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JUL  17  1936 


SOCIAL      MEETINGS; 


FELE'lED    RV 


A.    D.    GILLETTE 


THILADE'.PHIA  : 
UDEL10     BUCKINGHAM    OBAHAM,    rCBLlSHEH, 


1842. 


TO 

ALL  THOSE  WHO 

LOVE    SOCIAL    MEETINGS, 

THESE    HYMNS    ARE 
RESPECTFULLY    DEDICATED,   BT 

THE  COMPILER. 


Kikg  £c  Baird,  Trinters,  No.  9,  George  street. 


PREFACE. 


Two  years  since,  many  of  the  flock  of  which  I 
trust  the  Holy  Ghost  has  made  me  overseer, 
expressed  a  concerted  wish  that  I  would  collect 
and  publish  the  "  good  old  hymns"  which  were 
scattered  throughout  many  books,  but  not  all 
contained  in  any  one.  I  resolved  to  comply 
with  their  wishes,  but  I  progressed  so  slowly 
that  the  patience  of  my  petitioners  was  ex- 
hausted, and  early  this  year  the  request  was 
again  made  by  some  hundreds.  What  could 
I  do  ? — T  made  a  book,  and  I  offer  it  to  the  pub- 
lic, certain  that  it  contains  more  rare  Hymns, 
adapted  to  social  worship,  than  any  one  now  in 
use.     If  some  are  not  all  pure  poetry  in  com- 


IV  PREFACE. 

position,  they  can  "  the  soul  of  music  shed," 
and  whenever  sung,  will  awaken  in  many 
hearts  the  embalmed  recollections  of  earliest 
minstrelsy. 

Some  of  these  songs  were  sung  by  the 
pious  mothers  who  rocked  the  cradles  of 
our  country's  most  honored  names.  They 
were  almost  the  only  "  Psalmody"  used  by 
the  cros^-bearing  founders  of  our  oldest  Ame- 
rican Churches. 

Instead  of  regretting  the  publicity  we  now 
give  to  many  of  these  songs,  our  only  regret  on 
the  subject  is,  that  we  have  not  found  more  of 
the  same  class,  and  that  our  own  hearts  do 
not  more  joyfully  vibrate  to  the  strains  they 
breathe. 

Philadelphia. 


PRAISE 


1  L.  M. — A.  D.  Gillette. 

1  FATHER  in  Heaven!  these  courts  attend, 
Thy  spirit  to  this  meeting  send  ; 

May  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  tongues, 
Adore  Thee  in  our  solemn  songs. 

2  We  bless  Thy  pure,  Thy  matchless  love 
That  condescends  so  oft  to  prove 

Thy  presence,  and  thine  influence,  where 
Thy  children  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

3  We're  met  in  thy  blest  name,  O  Lord, 
To  speak  and  hear  thy  holy  word— 

O  !   may  its  power  and  influence  show, 
What  all  should  most  desire  to  know. 

4  Show  how  on  Christ,  our  sins  and  all 
Our  hopes  of  pard'ning  grace  must  fall — 
How  his  atoning,  cleansing  blood 
Prepares  us  for  thy  high  abode, 


PRAISE. 


H.  M. — STEyyETT. 


1  COME,  every  pious  heart 
That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 
And  such  his  love  for  you, 
He  nobly  undertook 
What  Gabriel  could  not  do  : 

His  every  deed  of  love  and  grace 

All  words  exceed,  and  thoughts  surpass. 

3  He  left  his  starry  crown, 
And  laid  his  robes  aside ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  ; 

What  he  endur'd,  O  who  can  tell, 

To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell ! 

4  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 
The  mansion  of  the  dead; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumphs  led  : 

Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

5  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 
His  chariot  will  not  stay, 


PRAISK. 


And  bear  our  spirits  home, 
To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 


g,    M. DoDDRinGE. 

NOW  let  our  voices  join 
To  form  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims,  in  Jehovah's  ways, 
With  music  pass  along. 

How  straight  the  path  appears, 
How  open  and  how  fair  ! 
No  lurking  sins  t'  entrap  our  feet; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

But  flowers  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring  ; 
The  Sun  of  Glorv  gilds  the  path, 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

See  Salem's  golden  spires 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 
And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  through  the  skies. 

All  honor  to  his  name, 
Who  marks  the  shining  way  ! 
To  Him  who  leads  the  wanderers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day  ! 


PRAISE. 


4  S.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 

Wake  ev'ry  heart,  and  ev'ry  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 

For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

2  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 

Sing  on  rejoicing,  ev'ry  day, 

In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

Soon  shall  your  raptur'd  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  raise  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

5  P.  M. — Newtox. 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see; 
Gay  visions,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  with  me; 
The  midsummer's  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May, 


PRAISE. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  : 

I  should,  were  he  always  so  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place, 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind  : 
While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear ; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song  ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
x\nd  why  are  my  winters  so  long  1 

O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


L.  M.— Watts. 


6  L.  M.— Watts. 

]    SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing 


10  PRAISE. 

To  show  thy  love  by  morning-light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast : 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  : 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below  ; 

And  every  pow'r  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

K  7's. — Ceiouck. 

1       CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 
Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

2       O  ye  banish'd  seed,  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  Advocate  is  made  ; 


PRAISE. 

Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, — 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 
Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, — 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Christ,  your  Father's  darling  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  goon. 
Lord  !  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee ! 

S.  M. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  King. 

He  formed  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 

Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own  ; 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 


1  1 


12  PRAISE. 

4       To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


9  L.  M. 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  ; 
God  is  a  sovereign  King ;  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  ; 
He  is  our  shepherd  ;  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey  ; 
Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates. 

10  8.  M. 

1  WHEN  overwhelm 'd  with  grief 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 

Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  my  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  rock 
That's  high  above  my  head, 


FRAISK.  13 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 
3       Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 
i       Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  : 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 

11  P.  M. — Heber. 

1  HAIL    the   blest  morn!    when    the    great 

mediator, 
Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends  ! 
Shepherds  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo!  for  your  guide  the  bright  Angel  attends. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  : 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 

Star  of  the  East  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  ( 'old  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining. 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker  and  monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 


11 


PRAISE. 


3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion 
Odors  of  Eden,  and  off 'rings  divine; 

Gems  from  the  mountain,  and  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from   the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine  1 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure, 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Low  at  his  feet  we  in  humble  prostration 
Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble  and  strife, 

There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation 
Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  Life. 

6  He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation, 
Faithful  supporter  whose  love  cannot  fail, 

Rock  of  our  refuge  and  Hope  of  Salvation, 
Guide  to  direct  us  thro'  death's  gloomy  vale. 

12  S.  M. 

1       HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ; 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 

"He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 


PRAISE.  15 

2       How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 
How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heav'enly  light; 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 
3.       The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

13  C  M. 

1  ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 


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Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


14  L.  M. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  free! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 

Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 
His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along  : 

His  loving-kindness,  Oh,  how  strong. 

4  Soon  shall  1  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


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SUPPLICATION 


15  L.  M. — A.  D.  Gillette. 

1  NEAR  to  thy  throne  of  grace,  0  Lord, 

A  suppliant  prodigal  I  come, 
My  soul,  all  sinful  and  subdued, 

Wculd  find  in  mercy's  arms  a  home. 

2  My  guilt  I  mourn,  my  crimes  confess, 

And  from  my  wandering  ways  return- 
Pardon  me,  Jesus,  nor  do  less 

Than  make  thy  love  within  me  burn. 

3  I've  sought  the  world's  gay  visions  o'er, 

Its  pleasures  drank,  its  phantoms  weigh'd, 
Unblessed,  I  knock  at  Heaven's  door, 
Nor  shall  I,  can  I  be  denied  1 
1  Redeeming  goodness  answers,  no  ! 
I  read  it  in  that  thorny  crown 
By  him  endured,  who  loved  me  so 
That  for  my  life  he  gave  his  own. 
5  Kind  Saviour,  let  thy  flowing  blood 

Each  plague-spot  from  my  soul  remove, 
And  bind  me  to  the  throne  of  God, 
A  captive  in  the  chain»  of  love. 
2 


18  SUPPLICATION. 


16  7s. 

1       JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

"While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

*t       Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Lo !  I  helpless,  hang  on  thee  : 
Leave,  Oh  leave  me  not  alone, 

Lest  I  basely  shrink  and  flee  : 
Thou  art  all  my  trust  and  aid, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  "the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3       Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

Boundless  love  in  thee  I  find  ; 
Raise  the  feeble,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name. 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am  : 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


SUPPLICATION.  19 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee: 
Reign,  O  Lord,  within  my  heart, 

Reign  to  all  eternity. 

P.  M. 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ! 

All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 
Lord  revive  us  : 

All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

Lest  for  want  of  thy  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
Lord  revive  us,  &c. 

Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  pray'rs ; 

Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Break  the  tempter's  fatal  pow'r, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 


20  SUPPLICATION. 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

IS  P.  M. 

1  COME,  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit, 

Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed  ; 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 

Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed — 
From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 

2  O  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  thy  word's  design'd  to  give ; 
Let  us,  all  thy  love  possessing, 

Joyfully  the  truth  receive — 
And  forever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live  ! 

19  P.  M. 

1   COME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 
i        Mount  of  thy  Redeeming  love  ! 


SUPPLICATION. 

2  Oh  !   to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 
Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart,  0  !  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 

20  P.  M. 

1  GUTDE  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land, 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  pow'rful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  TiOrd,  thy  chrystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow, 
Let  thy  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  us  all  our  journey  through. 

Strong  deliv'rer, 
Be  thou  still  our  strength  and  shield. 
,-J  When  we  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  our  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Foe  to  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  us  safe  on  Canaan's  side, 

Songs  of  praises, 
We  will  ever  give  to  thee. 


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22  SUPPLICATION, 


21  7s. — Hammond. 

1  LORD  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow, 

O  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  1 

2  Lord  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford, 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 


SUPPLICATION.  23 


22  P.  M. 

1  "  MERCY,  O  !  thou  son  of  David," 

Thus  the  blind  Bartimeus  cried 
"  Others  by  thy  grace  are  paved, 

"O  !  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid." 
For  his  crying  many  chid  him, 

But  he  cried  the  louder  still, 
Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bade  him, 

"Come  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

2  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Tho'  by  begging  us'd  to  live  ; 
Yet  he  ask'd  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  that  none  but  He  can  give. 
"Lord  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

u  Let  mine  eyes  behold  the  day." 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindnes*, 

Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

3  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around  ; 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing, 

"What  a  Saviour  I  have  found; 
"  O  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

"Or  would  be  advis'd  by  me ; 
"  Sure  if  they  would  come  unto  him, 

"  He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


24  SUPPLICATION. 


23  L.  M.— Watts. 

1  SHOW  pity,  Lord,  0  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  1 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  1 

2  My  crimes  tho'  great,  do  not  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


SUPPLICATION.  25 


24  L.  M. 

1  O  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone, 

O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  ; 
I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 
The  cross  all  stain'd  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would ;  but  thou  must  give  the  power  ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 

6  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay ; 
Appear  in  my  poor  heart,  appear  ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away  ! 


2  6  SUPPLICATION. 


25  C.  M. 

1  COME,  thou  Celestial  Helper  !  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
Ease,  of  its  heavy  load  of  guilt, 
This  troubled  heart  of  mine. 

2  Vouchsafe,  in  answer  to  my  prayer, 

Thy  visits  to  renew — 
Increase  my  faith,  dispel  my  fear, 
Oh,^guard  and  save  me  too. 

26  L.  M. 

1  STAY,  Thou  insulted  Spirit— stay  ! 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite, 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thy  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received — 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  griev'd. 
Yet,  oh  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest, — 
Nor,  in  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 

I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 
4  My  weary  soul,  O  God,  release : 

Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand  ; 


SUPPLICATION.  27 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

27  L.  M.— Watts. 

1  OF  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
Jesus  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest : 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, — 
The  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 

2  While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 
There's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove  ; 
Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

4  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 
And  long  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain : 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  too. 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 
Or  ask.  the  watchman  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  Love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

28  C-  M- — Watts. 

1   COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


26  SUPPLICATION. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below. 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  : 
Our  souls  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

2  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs.. 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, — 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ] 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  1 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers,— 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

29  8  &  7s. — Robinsox. 

1  SAVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teaeh  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above 

Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 

While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 


SUPPLICATION.  29 

Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God — 

Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I'm  come  : 
Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  ray  heavenly  home. 

30  c.  M. 

1  DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal — 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 
For  ev'ry  pain  I  feel. 

3  But  0,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine  : 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline.  ■-. 

4  Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  1 

Thou  art  my  only  trust, 
And  still  my  soul  will  cling  to  thee, 
Tho'  prostrate  in  the  dust. 


30  SUPPLICATION. 

5  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  1 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sov'reign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain  1 

6  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still, 

Here  let  my  soul  repair, 
With  humble  hope  and  broken  will, 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there. 

31  L,  M.— -Cowpeh. 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  the  mercy -seat ! 

Yet  who,  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  1 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight — 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright, 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  1 — ah,  think  again  : 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 


INVITATION.  31 

Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  songs  would  oftener  be, 
'  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me!' 


32  C.  M. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  throne  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once  'twas  a  seat  of  dreadful  wrath 

And  shot  devouring  flame  : 
Our  God  appear'd  consuming  fire 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 

4  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood, 
That  calm'd  his  frowning  face, 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 
And  turned  the  wrath  to  grace. 

3  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord — 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 
Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

4  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son — 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  th'  Almighty  throne. 


32 


INVITATION. 


3  S.  M.— A.  D.  Gillette. 

NOW  is  th'  accepted  time, 
This  is  salvation's  day, 
Jesus  proclaims,  "  my  blood  divine 
Cleanses  all  sin  away." 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
When  whoso  will  may  come ; 
O  list  ye  to  the  spirit's  voice, 
While  mercy  says  there's  room. 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 
Jehovah's  laws  obey  ; 
To-morrow  may  not  be  thine  own- 
Come,  sinner,  come  to-day. 

I  yield,  O  Lord,  I  yield, 
And  bless  thee  for  thy  call : 
May  I  in  future  say  and  feel 
Thou  art  my  all  in  all. 


.NVITATIO.N.  33 


P.  M. 


YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerg'd  in  sin  and  woe, 

The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  ; 

Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 

In  Jesus  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame. 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come  ! 
Forev'ry  yielding  soul  there's  room. 

Gompell'd  by  bleeding  love, 
Ye  wand'ring  souls  draw  near ; 

Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear. 

Let  whosoever  will,  now  come. 

In  mercy's  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

C.  M. 

INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 

With  a  determined  will. 
3 


34  INVITATION. 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around 

Your  pious  march  to  join ; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel, 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  O  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer  ! 

4  O  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 


36  7s. 

1  SINNERS,  turn— why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker  asks  you  why  : 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn — why  will  ye  die  ] 
God,  your  Savior,  asks  you  why  : 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
He  who  died,  that  ye  might  live. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  1 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  1 

Why — ye  ransomed  sinners — why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 


INVITATION.  35 

i  oinners,  turn — why  will  ye  die? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  : 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; — 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive] 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Oh  !  ye  dying  sinners,  why — 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  1 

37  7s. 

1  SOVEREIGN  grace  has  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone  ; 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ; 
One,  with  vile,  blasphemous  tongue, 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  arms  of  death  ; 
Perish'd,  as  too  many  do, 

With  the  Savior  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd. 


36  INVITATION. 

5  "  Lord,"  he  pray'd,  "  remember  me, 
When  in  thy  glory  thou  shalt  be :" 
«  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise." 

3S  L.  M.— Watts. 

1  SINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  1 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die? — 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, — 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  1 

2  Stay,  sinner  !  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 

39  l2s- 

1       THE    voice  of  free  grace 

Cries,  escape  to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race, 

Christ  has  open'd  a  fountain, 
For  sin  and  transgression, 

And  every  pollution, 
The  blood  it  flows  freely 

In  streams  of  salvation. 

CHOKUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  hath  purchased  our  pardon, 


INVITATION.  37 

We'll  praise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

This  fountain  so  clear, 

In  which  all  may  find  pardon, 
From  Jesus'  side  flows 

In  plenteous  redemption  : 
Though  your  sins  they  were  raised 

As  high  as  a  mountain, 
The  blood  it  flows  freely 

From  Jesus  the  fountain. 

O  Jesus  !  ride  on, 

Thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
Over  sin,  death  and  hell 

Thou  wilt  make  us  victorious, 
Thy  name  shall  be  praised 

In  the  great  congregation, 
And  saints  shall  delight 

In  ascribing  salvation. 

When  on  Zion  we  stand, 

Having  gain'd  the  blest  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands 

We'll  praise  him  evermore, 
We  will  range  the  bless'd  fields 

On  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  Hallelujahs 

Forever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  &c, 


38  INVITATION. 


40  7  &  6. 

1  SINNER,  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  soul, 
Bid  thee  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  to  God's  control  1 

2  Hath  it  met  thee  in  the  path, 

Of  earthly  vanity, 
Pointed  to  the  coming  wrath, 
And  warn'd  thee  now  to  flee  1 

3  Sinner,  'twas  a  heavenly  voice, 

The  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
Bade  thee  make  a  better  choice, 
And  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Hear  the  call  to  life  and  light, 

Regard  the  warning  kind : 
If  that  call  thou  always  slight, 
Thou  mercy  ne'er  shalt  find. 

5  Soon  thy  season  will  be  o'er, 

The  Spirit  cease  to  strive, 
Thy  slumbers  he  will  break  no  more- 
His  love  then  do  not  grieve. 

6  Sinner,  should  this  very  day 

Thy  last  of  mercy  be  ! 
Shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Hope  ne'er  may  beam  on  thee. 


INVITATION.  39 


41  C.  M—  Steele. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls— let  every  ear 

Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow — 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice, 

That  gracious  voice  obey — 
'T  is  Jesus  calls  you  to  rejoice, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

42  8  &  7s. 

1  'COME'— 'tis  Jesus  invitation— 

Now  to  mourning  souls  addressed, — 
Why,  O  why  such  hesitation, 
Mourners,  he  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Do  ye  fear  your  own  unfitness, 

Burdened  as  ye  are  with  sin  1 
'T  is  the  Holy  Spirit's  witness, 
Christ  invites  you, — enter  in. 

3  Stay  not  pondering  on  your  sorrow, 

Turn  from  your  own  self  away, 


40  INVITATION. 

Dare  not  linger  till  to-morrow, — 
Come  to  Christ,  without  delay. 

4  He  will  give — we  ne'er  can  merit- 

Perfect  peace  and  heavenly  rest ; 
What  a  treasure  we  inherit ! 
How  are  contrite  sinners  blest ! 

5  Jesus,  with  thy  word  complying, 

Firm  our  faith  and  hope  shall  be  : 
On  thy  faithfulness  relying, 

We  will  cast  our  souls  on  thee. 


43  7s. 

1  SINNER  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake — and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  : 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead, 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Leave  thy  folly — cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time, — 
Life  secure,  without  delay, 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

3  Oh  !  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake  !  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep, — 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 


INVITATION.  41 


44  L.  M.— ITebxh. 

J    YE  whose  young  cheeks  are  fair  and  bright, 
Whose  hands  are  strong,  whose  hearts  are 

clear, 
Waste  not  of  hope  the  morning  light, 
Ah,  fools,  why  stand  ye  idle  here  ? 

2  O,  as  the  griefs  ye  would  assuage 
That  wait  on  life's  declining  year, 
Secure  a  blessing  for  your  age, 

And  work  your  Maker's  business  here. 

3  And  ye,  whose  locks  of  scanty  gray 
Foretell  your  latest  travail  near, 
How  swiftly  fades  your  worthless  day, 
And  stand  ye  yet  so  idle  here  1 

4  One  hour  remains,  there  is  but  one, 
But  many  a  shriek  and  many  a  tear 
Through  endless  years  the  guilt  must  moan, 
Of  moments  lost  and  wasted  here. 

5  O  Thou,  by  all  thy  works  adored, 
To  whom  the  sinner's  soul  is  dear, 
Recall  us  to  thy  vineyard,  Lord, 

And  grant  us  grace  to  please  thee  here. 


42  INVITATION. 


45  8  &  7. 

1  HUMBLE  souls  who  seek  salvation 

Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood 
Hear  the  voice  of  Revelation, 

Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod : 
Flee  to  him,  your  only  Savior, 

In  his  mighty  name  confide — 
In  the  whole  of  your  behavior 

Own  him  as  your  sovereign  guide. 

2  Hear  the  bless'd  Redeemer  call  you, 

Listen  to  his  gracious  voice, 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befall  you, 

While  }^ou  make  his  ways  your  choice, 
Jesus  says,  "  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptized  in  my  name," 
He  himself,  in  Jordan's  river, 

Was  immersed  beneath  the  stream. 

3  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 

Follow  him  without  delay, 
Gladly  his  command  embracing, 

Lo  !  your  Captain  leads  the  way, — 
View  the  rite  with  understanding, 

Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies, 
Be  interred  at  his  commanding, 

After  his  example  rise. 


INVITATION.  43 

46  C.    M.— COLLYEH. 

1  RETURN,  0  wanderer— now  return  ! 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ! 
Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh — 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer — now  return  ! 

Thy  Savior  bids  thee  live, 
Go  to  his  feet — and  grateful  learn 
How  freely  he  '11  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer — now  return  ! 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear, — 
Thy  Father  calls — no  longer  mourn ! 
'Tis  love  invites  thee  near. 

4?  L.  M. 

1   TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice — 
Say,  will  you  be  foreverblest, 
And  with  the  glorious  Jesus  rest  ? 

2    Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  pain  1 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  1 


44  INVITATION. 

Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go] 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  1 

3  Come,  blooming  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound — 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Behold,  he's  waiting  at  your  door ! 

.,    Make  now  your  choice — O,  halt  no  more- 
Say,  sinner,  say,  what  will  you  do  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

5  Your  sports  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  to  our  celestial  joys, 

Like  momentary  dreams  appear, — 
Come,  go  with  us — your  souls  are  dear. 

6  Why  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on  1 
Why  madly  plunge  in  sorrow  down  1 
Say,  without  Christ  what  can  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

7  O,  must  we  bid  you  all  farewell, 

We  bound  to  heaven  and  you  to  hell  ] 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  that  burning  day. 

8  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name, 
We  know  his  love  remains  the  same, — 
Say,  will  you  to  mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  1 


INVITATION.  45 


4S  8,  7,  4, 

1  SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  1 
Every  sentence — O,  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  fall  of  love, 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  king  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  V 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name ! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor, 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears, 
And  with  news  of  consolation 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  T 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord ! 


46  INVITATION. 


49  8,  7  &  4s.— Reed. 

1  HEAR,  O  sinner  ! — mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls, 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Savior, 

Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls, — 
Hear,  O  sinner  ! — 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread, 
Hark  !  the  awful  thunders  rolling 
Loud,  and  louder  o'er  your  head, — 

Turn,  O  sinner  ! — 
Lest  the  lightnings  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste  !  O  sinner !  to  the  Savior, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may, 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over, 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away. 

Haste,  O  sinner  ! — 
You  must  perish — if  you  stay. 

Come  now,  sinner ! 
Jesus  calls  you — come  to-day. 


47 


AWAKENING  AND  ALARMING. 


»0  C.  M.— A.  D.  Gillette. 

L       SINNER  !  thy  vain  pursuits  forbear, 

For  lo  !  thy  end  is  nigh  ; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  is  not  far, — 

To-morrow  thou  may'st  die. 

2  Sinner !  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save, 

Whose  worth  no  tongue  can  tell ; 
'T  will  die  not  in  the  lonely  grave, 
'T  will  live,  in  heaven  or  hell. 

3  This  life  is  not  thy  only  care, 

This  world,  thy  only  home  ; 
Thy  Saviour  has  a  mansion,  where 
With  joy  he'll  see  thee  come. 

4  But  oh  !  should'st  thou  his  calls  abuse, 

Fearful  will  be  thy  doom; 
The  soul  that  doth  his  love  refuse, 
Will  mourn  beyond  the  tomb. 

51  L.  M. — Heber. 

1  THE    Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, 


48  AWAKENING    AND 

A  silent  lamb  to  slaughter  led, 

The  bruised,  the  suffering,  and  the  dead. 

2  The  Lord  will  come,  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wrath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human-kind. 

3  Can  this  be  He  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway  ; 

By  power  oppressed  and  mocked  with  pride  1 
O  God,  is  this  the  crucified  ] 

4  Go,  sinners,  to  the  rocks  complain, 
Go,  seek  the  mountains  cleft  in  vain  ; 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy — the  Lord  is  come. 

52  C.  M.— Doddridge. 

1  YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  'The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face 

1  Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  : 


ALARMING.  49 

And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
1  Shall  never  seek  in  vain.' 

23  C.  M.— E.  Joxes. 

1  COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess, 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives, 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer, 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
4 


50  AWAKENING    AND 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die." 

54  C.  M.— A.  D.  G11.1.ETTE. 

1  ON  this  life's  crumbling  verge  I  stand, 

And  know  I  soon  must  die, 
To  rise  and  dwell  at  God's  right  hand 
Or  low  in  sorrow  lie, 

2  With  happy  spirits  round  the  throne 

To  sing  in  seraph  strains, 
His  praise,  who,  though  to  glory  gone, 
Still  cares  for  all  our  pains. 

3  Or,  down  in  dark  and  gloomy  caves 

In  anguish  to  descend, 
Where  no  cool  wave  the  parch'd  lip  laves, 
And  sorrow  has  no  end. 

4  O,  Saviour !  every  doubt  remove, 

From  error  make  me  free. — 
I  long  to  know  thy  pard'ning  love, 
I  long  to  be  with  thee ! 

55  8>  '7>  4- 

1  SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
Seated  on  his  Father's  throne,— 
Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  shall  show  thee 
He  is  the  eternal  Son. 

Trumpets  call  thee— 
Come  to  hear  thy  awful  doom. 


ALARMIMi.  51 


2  Hear  the  sinner  thus  lamenting 

At  the  thoughts  of  future  pain, 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 
But  he  cries  and  weeps  in  vain — 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  "  Yonder  stands  the  glorious  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love, 
O,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move. 

Doomed  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  "All  his  warnings  I  have  slighted, 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul, 
If  some  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  the  whole. 

Golden  moments  ! 
How  neglected  did  they  roll ! 

5  "Yonder  stand  my  godly  neighbors 

Who  were  once  despised  by  me  • 
They  are  clothed  in  dazzling  splendor 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see. 

Farewell,  neighbors ! — 
Dismal  gulf!  I'm  bound  for  thee." 

6  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder  : 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part. 


52  AWAKENING    AND 

Louder  than  the  peal  of  thunder, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart. 

Lost  forever- 
How  it  breaks  the  sinner's  heart ! 

pr^»  C.    P.   M. — OCKTJM. 

1  AWAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo." 

2  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head— 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

And  whelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

3  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul,— 

A  vast,  oppressive  load ; 
Alas,  I  read,  and  saw  it  plain, 
«  The  sinner  must  be  bom  agam, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  Death  and  Hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  : 


ALARMING.  53 

Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  gracious  Savior  pass'd  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

57  a  M. 

1  MY  sorrows  like  a  flood, 

Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  O  !  my  God, 
Pour  out  a  long  complaint. 

2  This  impious  heart  of  mine, 

Could  once  defy  the  Lord, 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin, 
In  presence  of  thy  sword. 

3  How  often  have  I  stood, 

A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
And  yet,  and  yet,  O  !  matchless  grace  ! 
Thy  thunder  silent  lies. 

4  O  !  shall  I  never  feel 

The  meltings  of  thy  love, 

Without  thy  spirit  deign  to  seal 

My  hopes  with  thee  above  1 


54  AWAKENING    AND 

5       O'ercome  by  dying  love, 
Here  at  thy  cross  I  lie, 
And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and.  die. 


58  L.  M. 

1  COME  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast, 
Let  ev'ry  soul  be  Jesus'  guest ; 
There  needs  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 

2  Sent  by  my  Lord,  on  you  I  call — 
The  invitation  is  to  all : 

Come  all  the  world,  come  sinner,  thou, 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

3  Come  all  ye  souls  by  sin  opprest, 
Ye  weary  wand  rers  after  rest : 

Ye  poor  and  maim'd,  and  halt  and  blind 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

4  My  message  as  from  God  receive  ; 
You  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live. 
O  !  let  his  love  your  souls  constrain, 
Nor  suffer  him  to  die  in  vain. 

5  His  love  is  mighty  to  compel, 
His  conq'ring  love  consent  to  feel ; 
Yield  to  his  love's  resistless  pow'r 
And  Jight  against  your  God  no  more. 


ALARMING.  55 

f)  See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
That  precious,  bleeding  sacrifice  ; 
His  offer'd  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  sav'd  by  grace. 

7  This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay, 
The  invitation  is  to-day  ; 
Come  in  this  moment  at  his  call, 
And  live  for  him  ivho  died  for  all. 

59  C.  M. DODDIUDGE. 

1  REPENT,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay  ; 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 
His  heralds  aredespatch'd  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin, 

3  Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess  : 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  calls  you  to  his  bar, 
For  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 


56 


C  ONTRITION 


gO  L-  M.— A.  D.  Gillette. 

1  JESUS,  I  own  how  vile  I've  been, 
I've  spurned  thy  cross,  and  loved  my  sin ; 
Rashly  I've  sail'd  the  sensual  tide, 
Thy  wrath,  and  all  thy  love  defied. 

2  Of  Heaven  I  heard,  I  knew  of  hell ; 
In  one  I  must  forever  dwell ; 

I  saw  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

But  nought  my  stubborn  heart  could  move. 

3  For  this  vain  world  was  still  my  choice, 
Though  conscience  oft  would  raise  her  voice 
To  warn  me  from  the  thorny  road 

That  led  me  from  thy  high  abode. 

4  Now  I  repent  my  sins,  and  mourn ; 
O  help  me,  Savior  !  to  return, 
Grant  me  among  thy  saints  a  place, 
Where  I  may  feel  and  sing  thy  grace  ! 

61  C.  M.— Cowper. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 


CONTRITION.  57 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Loose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away  ! 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  loose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  But  when  this  lisping,  stammering  tongue, 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

62  a  M- 

1  GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ! 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contriv'd  the  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 


58  CONTRITION. 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  : 

And  new  supplies,  each  hour,  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

63  c-  M- 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  1 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, — 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  1 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease ; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  1 

3  Are  there  no  foes  fdr  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  1 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  1 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  : 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 


CONTRITION.  59 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  shout,  the  vict'ry  nigh  ! 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  honor  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

64  L.  M. 

1  HAIL  sov'reign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  ! 
Hail !  matchless,  free  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  an  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high  ; 
Despis'd  his  rich  abounding  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  an  hiding-place. 

3  Enwrapt  in  thick  Egyptian  night, 
And  fond  of  darkness  more  than  light, 
Madly  I  ran  the  sinful  race, 

Secure  without  an  hiding-place. 

4  But  thus  th'  eternal  counsel  ran, 
"Almighty  love  arrest  that  man  ;" 


00  CONTRITION. 

1  felt  the  arrows  of  distress, 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

5  Indignant  justice  stood  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew ; 

But  justice  cry'd  with  frowning  face, 
"This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place" 

6  Ere  long  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard, 
And  mercy's  angel-form  appear'd  ; 
She  led  me  on  with  gentle  pace, 
To  Jesus  as  my  hiding-place, 

7  On  him  Almighty  vengeance  fell, 
That  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell : 
He  bore  it  for  the  human  race  : 
And  thus  became  a  hiding-place. 

8  Should  storms  of  thund'ring  vengeance  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 

No  flaming  bolt  shall  daunt  my  face, 
For  Jesus  is  my  hiding-place. 

9  A  few  more  rolling  suns  at  most 

i  Will  land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
Where  I  shall  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
And  see  my  glorious  hiding-place, 

65  o.  M. 

1  SALVATION  !  O,  the  joyful  sound ! 
'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 


CONTRITION.  01 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears, 

9  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay, 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
"While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

66  C.  M—  Newton. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd 

His  praises  tun'd  my  tongue  ; 
And,  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles 

The  world  no  more  could  charm  ; 
I  liv'd  upon  my  Savior's  smiles, 
And  lean'd  upon  his  arm. 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 


62  CONTRITION. 

And,  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

en  s.  m. 

1  UNTO  thine  altar,  Lord, 
A  broken  heart  I  bring  ; 

And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 
Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ! 

2  To  Christ  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
My  faith  directs  its  eyes ; 

Thou  may'st  reject  that  worthless  thing, 
But  not  his  sacrifice. 

3  When  he  gave  up  the  ghost, 
The  law  was  satisfied ; 

And  now  to  its  most  rigorous  claims, 
Answer,  « Jesus  died.' 

68  C.  M. 

1  WHY,  O,  my  soul,  why  weepest  thou  ? 

Tell  me  from  whence  arise 
Those  filling  tears,  that  sadly  flow, 
Those  groans  that  pierce  the  skies. 

2  Is  sin  the  cause  of  thy  complaint, 

Or  the  chastising  rod  ? 
Dost  thou  an  evil  heart  lament, 
And  mourn  an  absent  God  ? 


CONTRITION.  63 

3  Lord,  let  me  weep  for  nought  but  sin  ! 
And  after  none  but  thee  ! 
And  then  I  would — O,  that  I  might ! — 
A  constant  weeper  be  1 

69  S.  M.— Watts. 

1  COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banish'd  from  the  place  ! 

Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less.] 

'A  The  heirs  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow 

4  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


64  CONTRITION. 


70  8>  7- 

1  ONCE  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin 

Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  pass'd  my  way. 

2  That  blest  moment  I  receiv'd  him, 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  ; 
Love  I  much?   I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above  : 
"Whilst  astonish'd,  I  admire, 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness ; 
Love  I  much  1  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 


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05 


R  E  S  I  G  X  A  T  I  O  X 


ll  L.  M. — Cknnick. 


§ 


I 


JESUS,  my  all,  to  heav'n  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon, 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue, 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 
The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 
I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 
This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not, 
My  grief  a  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  was  not  sav'd  from  sin. 
The  more  I  strove  against  its  pow'r, 
I  felt  its  Weight  and  guilt  the  more, 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 
Come  hither,  soul,  "I  am  the  icuy." 
Lo !  glad  I  come,  and  thou  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am  : 
Nothing  but  self  have  I  to  give. 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 


66  RESIGNATION. 

6  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God." 

»y2  L.  M. 

1  O,  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  !- 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! — 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

When  at  first  I  believ'd, 

What  true  joy  I  receiv'd  ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  diy  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  : 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 


Obsignation.  67 

He  hath  lov'd  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me  \ 
5       O,  the  rapturous  height 

Of  that  holy  delight 
Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  \ 

Of  my  Saviour  possest, 

I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fili'd  with  the  fullness  of  God. 

73  P.  M.,  5  lines  8s. 

1  COME  paints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel ; 

Who  saved  me  from  a  burning  hell, 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heav'nly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
With  God  you  have  no  union. 

3  Then  I  began  to  wreep  and  cry, 

I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly, 
It  griev'd  me  sore  that  I  must  die, 
I  sought  salvation  free  to  buy, 
But  still  I  found  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sin, 
My  dear  Redeemer  took  me  in, 


66  RESIGNATION. 

And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean 
And,  O  !  what  seasons  I  have  seen, 
E'er  since  I  saw  this  union. 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way. 

1  always  something  found  to  say 
About  this  heav'nly  union. 

6  Almighty  God,  teach  heart  and  tongue 
To  thee  to  raise  a  grateful  song  ; 

All  praises  to  thy  name  belong  : 
Let  Zion  sing,  thy  kingdom  come, 
And  fill  the  world  with  union. 

74  c.  m. 

1  JESUS  !   thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 

As  such  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
O,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary  ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God  ! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
O,  Lord  !  remember  me. 


RESIGNATION.  69 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
O,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  Ho've'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  great  Redeemer;  God  ! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

»75  CM. — Hf.bbf.kt. 

1  SWEET  Day  !  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky  ; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night, 
For  thou,  alas,  must  die. 

2  Sweet  Rose  !  in  air  whose  odors  wave, 

And  color  charms  the  eye  ! 
Thy  root  is  even  in  its  grave, 
And  thou,  alas,  must  die. 

3  Sweet  Spring  !  of  days  and  roses  made, 

Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie ; 
Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, 
Thou  too,  alas,  must  die. 


70  RESIGNATION. 

4  Only  a  sweet  and  holy  soul 
Hath  tints  that  never  fly ; 
While  flowers  decay,  and  seasons  roll, 
This  lives,  and  cannot  die. 


76  S.  M.— Dwight. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  bless'd  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ; 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 


RESIGNATION.  71 

Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 

And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


•yy  L.  M. — Watts. 

1  WHAT    sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face,, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life  's  a  dream — an  empty  show; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere; — 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  1 

3  O  glorious  hour  ! — O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  glad  surprises 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


72 
UNION. 

78  6s. — M.  St.  Leok  Loud. 

1  COME  with  the  heart's  warm  glow 

Come  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 
Where  living  waters  flow, 

And  peace  and  rest  are  given. 
Here  from  the  world  afar, 

In  holy,  calm  retreat, 
When  shines  the  morning  star, 

With  joyful  hearts  we  meet. 

2  In  the  temple  of  our  God, 

Which  his  own  word  hath  blest, 
From  sorrow's  heavy  load 

Our  weary  souls  find  rest. 
Here  may  a  balm  be  found 

For  souls  oppress'd  with  sin, 
And  healing  for  each  wound 

Which  gu  t  has  made  within. 
3     Here  may  the  tears  of  grief 

Be  wiped  from  every  eye, 
And  all  who  seek  relief 

Find  help  and  safety  nigh, — 
For  Jesus  fills  the  place 

Hallowed  by  fervent  prayer; 
Reveals  his  smiling  face, 

And  makes  our  wants  his  care. 


UNION. 


73 


79  c.  M. 

1  LO  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite, 
Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ  the  spring 

Descend  to  every  soul ; 
And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'T  is  pleasant  as  the  morr.ing  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  mal  es  his  grace  distil. 

$©  S.  M. — Fawcett. 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne, 

We  pour  our  ardent  pray'rs  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathising  tear. 


74  UNION-, 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain, 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way, 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


SI  L.  M. 

1  FROM  ev'ry  stormy  wind  that  blows — 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes. 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat, 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy  seat. 

2  There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads ; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  blood  bought  mercy  seat 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, — 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy  seat. 

4  Ah  !  whither  could  we  seek  for  aid 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay 'd  ? 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy  seat. 


UNION.  75 

6  There,  there  on  eagle- wings  we  soar, 
And  sin,  and  sense  seem  all  no  more  ; 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy  seat. 

<j  O  !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still  ; 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy  seat. 


82  P.  M. 

1  BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 
One  who  loves  us  to  the  end : 
Forward  then  with  courage  go, 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls— come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 
Lay  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart  : 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  : 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come 
Child,  your  Father  calls—come  home. 


70  UNION. 

3       But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 
None  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet : 
None  betray  us  into  sin, 
Like  the  foes  we  have  within ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  will  also  conquer  th^se  : 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls— come  home. 

S3  L.  M. 

1  FAREWELL,  dear  friends, I  must  be  gone 

I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you ; 
.    I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 
Chorus. — Farewell,  Farewell,  farewell. 
My  loving  friends,  farewell. 

2  Farewell  young  converts  of  the  cross, 

Oh  !  labor  hard  for  Christ  and  heav'n  ; 

You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 

Fight  on  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

3  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along. 

Nor  wait  for  mortals  care  or  bliss, 
I  leave  you  here  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love. 


UNION.  77 

Vet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  soon  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

5  Farewell  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n, 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on  the  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

6  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 

Sure  conflicts  yet  await  for  you  : 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 
Fight  on,  tight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  giv'n. 

7  Farewell  poor  careless  sinners  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here ; 

Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you, 

O  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

O  turn,  O  turn,  O  turn, 

And  find  salvation  near. 

84  C.  M. 

1  OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  mix'd  in  one  ; 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heav'n  on  earth  begun  ! 

2  Our  hearts  have  bum'd  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire  ; 


7S  UNioft. 

He  stopp'd  and  talk'd,  and  fed  and  blest ; 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarg'd  desire. 

Chorus,  L.  M. 
H  A  Saviour  !"  let  creation  sing  1 
"  A  Saviour !"   let  all  heaven  ring 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fullness  in  our  souls  he  pours  ! 
'Tis  almost  done — 'tis  almost  o'er — 
We'er  joining  those  who're  gone  before, 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  : 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  show'r, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood: 
O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
«  A  Saviour !"  &c. 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own. 

d  May  we  a  little  band  of  love, 
Be  sinners,  sav'd  by  grace : 


UNION.  79 

From  glory  unto  glory  chang'd, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face ! 
"  A  Savior  !"  &c, 

85  8's. — Baldwin. 

1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquer'd  hy  love  ! 
It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
As  distance  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  he  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  he  lost  ! 
It  grows  on  Emanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus  dear  hlood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  brethren  are  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  all  united  in  love  ; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above, 

4  Why  then  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again  1 
Engrav'd  on  Emmanuel's  heart, 
At  a  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  0  then  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above  ; 
Set  free  from  these  prisons  of  clay, 
United  in  Jesus's  love. 


80  UNION. 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see 
Singing,  hallelujah  !  amen  ! 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 


86  P.  M. 

1  FAREWELL  my  brethren  in  the  Lord  ! 

The  gospel  sounds  the  Jubilee  ; 
My  tongue  shall  bear  the  news  abroad, 

From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

2  Farewell  ! — in  bonds  of  union  dear, 

Like  strings  you  twine  about  my  heart ; 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  part; 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 

Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below  ! 

Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me : 
My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go, 

To  sound  the  gospel-jubilee; 
To  bear  the  joy-inspiring  news 
To  Gentile  worlds  and  blinded  Jews. 

5  Farewell,  dear  people,  one  and  all ! — 

While  God  the  breath  of  life  shall  give, 


UNION.  8 1 

I  hope  on  him  in  prayer  to  call, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live ; 
That  your  dear  souls  prepar'd  may  be, 

To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun  ! 

And  as  I  journey  here  below, 
The  path  is  straight  my  feet  must  run, 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  T  go  ; 
Will  guard  me  by  his  pow'rful  hand 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

6  Farewell  !  farewell !— I  look  above  ; 

Jesus,  my  friend  to  thee  I  call  ! 
Be  thou  my  joy,  my  crown,  my  love, 

My  safeguard  and  my  heavenly  all  ; 
My  theme  till  life  shall  close,  and  then' 
My  only  hope  in  death — amen  ! 

87  8's  &  7's 

1   LET  thy  Kingdom,  blessed  Savior, 
Come,  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease  ; 
•Come,  O  come  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace  : 
Visit  now  thy  favor'd  Zion — 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep  ; 
Day  and  night  ihy  lambs  are  crying, 
•Come,  good  Shepherd  feed  thy  sheep. 
6 


,     82  UNION. 

2  Some  for  Paul,  some  for  Apollos, 

Some  for  Cephas— none  agree  ; 
Jesus,  let  us  hear  thee  call  us, 

Help  us,  Lord,  to  follow  thee  ; 
Then  we'lljush  through  what  encumbers. 

Every  hindrance  overleap  ; 
Undismay'd  by  force  or  numbers  ;— 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Saviour,  God,  with  courage  arm  us, 

Help  us  still  to  persevere  ; 
Nothing,  Lord,  we  know  can  harm  us, 

While  our  loving  Shepherd's  near. 
Glory,  glory  be  to  Jesus  ! 

At  his  name  our  hearts  do  leap ; 
He  both  comforts  us  and  frees  us  ; 

The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

4  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth  ; 
Guide,  O  guide  us  by  thy  Spirit, 

Into  all  the  ways  of  truth  : 
On  thy  Gospel-word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep  ; 
Round  in  love,  with  Christ  our  centre, — 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

5  Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation 
Saying,  '  Fear  not,  little  flock  ; 


UiNiox.  83 

I  myself  am  your  foundation, 
'You  are  built  upon  this  rock  ; 

'  Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 
'Near  your  Shepherd  always  keep  ; 

1  Look  to  me,  and  be  ye  holy, 
'I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep.' 

6  Christ  alone  has  power  to  save  us, 

Taught  by  him  we'll  own  his  name; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus. 

How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame  ! 
Give  him  glory,  glory,  glory  ! 

Give  him  glory— he  will  keep. 
He  will  clear  your  way  before  you  : 

The  good  Shepherd"  feeds  his  sheep. 

SS  L~vT. 

1   MY  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
W  hose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Your  friendship's  like  a  drawing  band.' 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
Your  company's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear  ; 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  about  my  heart. 

2  How  sweet  the  hours  have  pass'd  away, 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray  ;'  ' 
How  loath  we've  been  to  leave  the  pla're 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 


84  UNION. 

O,  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  struggling  mind  ; 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 
That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

3  But  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while. 
In  sweet  submission  all  as  one, 
We'll  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 
Dear  fellow  youth  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on  you'll  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  hands  will  be  no  more. 

4  How  oft  I've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seem'd  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 
Ye  mourning  souls  in  sad  surprise, 

Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries ; 

0  trust  his  grace  and  in  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  Dear  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young. 

1  hope  in  Christ  you'll  all  be  strong ; 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more; 

0  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

1  hope  you'll  all  remember  me 

If  here  no  more  my  face  you  see  ; 


UNION.  85 

An  interest  in  yonr  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

6  0  glorious  day  and  blessed  hope, 
My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land, 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 
But  with  our  blessed  loving  Lord, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  with  one  accord  ; 
And  then  with  Jesus  we  shall  dwell, 
So,  loving  brethren,  all  farewell. 

89  C.  M.— Sutton. 

1   HAIL  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ! 
Hail  sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine  ! 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last — 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  : 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

£    What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 
Shall  howl  around  thy  cot! 


80  UNION. 

What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 

Be  cast  our  distant  lot  ? 
Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

We  hope  to  meet  again. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  &c 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows  : 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye. 

And  hope  immortal  grows. 
O  sacred  hope  !  O  blissful  hope  !  &c. 


9©  Us. — M.  St.  Leon  Loud. 

1  SING  praises,  sing  praises  !  to  Jesus  belongs 
A  tribute  of  honor  in  Zion's  sweet  songs, 
For  he  hath  redeemed  us  from  sin's  galling 

chain, 
And  called  us  from  bondage,  in  glory  to  reign. 

2  Sing  praises,   sing  praises  !     His  love    will 
|         abide, 

Though  kindred  and  friends  fall  away  from 

our  side  ; 
He  ne'er  will  forsake  us  in  sorrow  or  shame, 
While  humbly   and  freely  we  trust  in   his 

name, 


UNION.  87 

3  ^ing  praises,  sing  praises!  tho'  narrow  the  way 
He'll  lead  us  safe  through  to  the  mansions 

of  day  ; 
Though  darkly   around    us   life's   tempests 

may  lower, 
No  floods  shall  o'erwhclm  us,  no  trials  o'er- 

power. 

4  Sing    praises,    sing    praises !     when    death 

draweth  near, 
Though  armed  with  all    terrors,  our    souls 

need  not  fear  ; 
For  safe  we  shall  pass,  over  Jordan's  deep 

wave, 
Through  him  who  hath  triumphed  o'er  death 

and  the  grave, 

5  Then  praise  him,  oh  !  praise  him,  with  songs 

ever  new, 
While  life  s  thorny  ways  we  are  journeying 

through, 
And  make  the  dark  paths  of  the  wilderness 

ring, 
With  grateful  hosannas  to  Jesus  our  King. 


91  L.  M. 

1  THOU,  Lord,  art  light ;  thy  native  ray 
No  shade,  no  variation  knows  ; 
To  our  dark  souls  thy  light  display, 
The  glory  of  thy  face  disclose. 


88  UNION. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  art  love  ;  the  fountain  thou, 
Whence  mercy  unexhausted  flows  ; 

On  barren  hearts,  O  shed  it  now, 
And  make  the  desert  bear  the  rose. 

3  So  shall  our  every  power  to  thee 
In  love  and  holy  service  rise ; 
Yea,  body,  soul,  and  spirit  be 
Thy  ever-living  sacrifice. 


92  L.  M.— F.  B.  Graham. 

1  THE  evening  shades  are  spread  around, 
And  darkness  reigns  ;  Oh  !  how  profound 
The  silence  of  the  night  of  death, 
Unbroken  by  a  single  breath. 

2  Our  parting  now  may  be  for^aye, 

For  death  may  come  ere  dawns  the  day  ; 
The  morrow's  sun  may  shine  forth  bright, 
But  shall  we  live  to  hail  its  light  1 

3  Then  each,  adieu  !    if  it  be  so, 
And  we  no  more  maj^  meet  below, 
Pray  to  the  Lord,  that  all,  forgiv'n, 
May  meet  around  the  throne  of  heav'n. 

4  Pray  that  each  erring  soul  may  learn, 
Christ's  loving-kindness  to  discern  ; 
And  with  us,  far  beyond  the  tomb, 
Find,  with  our  Lord,  a  happy  home. 


80 


M  E  D  IT  A  T  I  O  N  . 


93  C.  M.— Heber. 

1  O,  SAVIOR,  whom  by  every  grief, 

By  much  temptation  tried, 
Who  lives  to  yield  our  ills  relief, 
And  to  redeem  us  died ; 

2  If  gaily  clothed  and  proudly  fed, 

In  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell, 
Remind  us  of  thy  manger  bed, 
And  lowly  cottage  cell. 

3  If  pressed  by  poverty  severe, 

In  envious  want  we  pine, 

O  may  thy  spirit  whisper  near, 

How  poor  a  lot  was  thine. 

4  Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene 

From'sin  preserve  us  free  ; 
Like  us  thou  hast  a  mourner  been, 
May  we  rejoice  with  thee. 

94  C.  P.  M. 

1    MY  days,  my  weeks, my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole  : 


90  MEDITATION. 

Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  the  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen  ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly, 
1  Unthinking  man,  remember  this — 
Thou,  midst  thy  sublunary  bliss, 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die!' 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call : 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  etherial  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 


95  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 


MEDITATION.  91 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all ; — 

4       There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

96  S.    M. MojfTGOMEIlr. 

1  OH  where  shall  rest  be  found, 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  1 
'T  were  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound — 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole  ! 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears, 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years, 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : — 
Oh  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  'the  second  death  !' 

5  Thou  God  of  truth  and  grace  ! 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun  ; 


92  MEDITATION. 

Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
Forevermore  undone. 


97  L.  M. 

1  ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand, 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand  1 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  1 

2  Eternity  ! — tremendous  sound  ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound ! 
But  oh  !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayei, 
An  interest  in  the  Savior's  blood, 

My  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God. 

98  0.  m. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 

Pronounce  the  s^und,  Depart ! 


MEDITATION.  93 

The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
T  would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 

With  most  tormenting  fear. 

What !  to  be  banish'd  from  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

Yet  death  forever  fly  ! 

O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove. 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee 

My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

O  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book 

Where  my  salvation  stands. 

Give  me  one  kind,  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 

Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 


94  MEDITATION, 


99  c.  M. 

1  OUR  country  is  Immanuel's  ground  : 

We  seek  that  promised  soil; 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts, 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erflow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod ; 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore  ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet, 
His  temples  pierced  before, 

4  Our  powers  are  oft  dissolved  away 

In  ecstacies  of  love  ; 
And,  while  our  bodies  wander  here 
Our  souls  are  fixed  above. 

100  C.  M. 

1  OH  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  lamb  ! 

2  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still  ! 


MEDITATION.  U5 

L5ut  they  have  left  a  cheerless  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

3  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

VVhate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

5  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  Cod, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

101  C.  M.— Watts. 

1  ALAS  !   and  did  my  Savior  bleed, 

And  did  my  sovereign  die  ! 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  1 1 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity, — giace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 


96  MEDITATION. 

When  Christ,  th'  Almighty  Savior,  died 
For  man,  the  rebel's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears  ; 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

102  7*s. — Cowpkr. 

1  HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Savior,  hear  his  word  : 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  ; 

44  Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ! 

2  "I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound. 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  1 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above ; 


MEDITATION.  97 

Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath  ; 
Free  and  faithful;  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shall  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  \ 
Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be, 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lov'st  thou  me  ?'' 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

103  L.  M. 

1  THAT  awful  hour  will  soon  appear. 
Swift  on  the  wings  of  time  it  flies; 
When  all  that  pains  or  pleases  here, 
Will  vanish  from  my  closing  eyes. 

2  Death  calls  my  friends  and  neighbors  hence, 
IV one  can  resist  the  fatal  dart : 
Continual  warnings  strike  my  sense. 

And  shall  they  fail  to  reach  my  heart ! 

3  Think,  O  my  soul !  how  much  depends 
On  the  short  period  of  to-day  ; 

Shall  time  which  heaven  in  mercy  lends, 
Be  negligently  thrown  away  ? 

i  Lord  of  my  life,  inspire  my  heart 
With  heavenlv  aidour,  grace  divine, 
7 


98  MEDITATION* 


Nor  let  thy  presence  e'er  depart ; 

For  strength,  and  life,  and  death  are  thine, 


104  L.  M.— Watts. 

1  HE  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

2  Ye  saints  approach  !  the  anguish  view 

Of  him  who  groans  beneath  your  load  ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 

3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ! 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joy  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ; 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

5  Say,  "  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 

Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask — "  O  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ! 
And  where  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  1" 


MEDITATION.  90 


105  L.  M.— Kirk  White. 

1  WHEN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky  : 
One  Star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !   hark !   to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 

But  one  a!one  the  Savior  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  sea  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud, — the  night  was  dark 
The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  toss'd  my  found'ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  ; 

It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And  throasrh  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing — first  in  night's  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  ever  more, 

The  Star !  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


100 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


106  C.  M.— Hebeh. 

1  SPIRIT  of  Truth,  on  this  thy  day 

To  thee  for  help  we  cry  ; 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  thy  will 
In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share  ; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near, 

And  bless  thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When  tongues  shall  cease  and  power  decay. 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  101 

lOt  L.  M. — G.  B    Ide. 

1  WHY  fix  thy  love  on  shadows'?  Why 
Seek  for  repose  where  all  must  die ! 
Why  wed  the  hope,  the  aim,  the  trust 
Of  thy  immortal  mind  to  dust  1 

2  Thy  house  is  not  on  earth — thou  art 
A  stranger  here,  and  thy  fond  heart 
Can  find  no  solid  happiness 

In  joys  that  are  too  brief  to  bless. 

3  Oh  !  'tis  not  meet  that  thou  shouldst  chain 
Thy  soul  to  things  so  frail  and  vain, 

Nor  limit  to  this  dull,  cold  clod 
The  spirit  that  should  soar  to  God. 

4  Lift  up  thy  vision — look  away 
To  the  far  climes  of  endless  day, 
Where  rolls  eternity  its-years, 
Unstained  by  guilt,  undim'd  by  tears. 

5  ImploTe  his  mercy — hear  his  voice, 
Who  bids  the  stricken  heart  rejoice  ; 
Obey  his  will,  and  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  bright  dwelling  in  the  skies. 

lOS  7,  6.— S.  F.  Smith. 

1    REMEMBER  thy  Creator, 

While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright ; 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 
Before  comes  age's  night ; 


102  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 
While  stars  the  darkness  cheer  ; 

While  life  is  all  before  thee, 
Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator, 

Before  the  dust  returns 
To  earth — for  'tis  its  nature — 

And  life's  last  ember  burns  : 
Before,  with  God  wtio  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear  ; 
He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

109  7,  6.— S.  F.  Smith. 

1  AS  flows  the  rapid  river, 

With  channel  broad  and  free 
Its  waters  rippling  ever. 

And  hasting  to  the  sea, 
So  life  is  onward  flowing, 

And  days  of  offered  peace, 
And  man  is  swiftly  going, 

Where  calls  of  mercy  cease. 

2  As  moons  are  ever  waning, 

As  hastes  the  sun  away. 
As  stormy  winds,  complaining, 

Bring  on  the  wintry  day, 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us  : 

The  darkness  of  the  grave  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  103 

And  death  is  just  before  us. — 

God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 
3       Say,  gay  one,  is  thy  treasure 

Laid  up  in  worlds  above  1 
And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love  1 
Beware,  lest  death's  dark  river 

Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll ; 
And  thou  lament  forever 

The  ruin  of  thy  soul. 

110         8,  7. — Angelica  Bishop. 

1  THE  RE'S  a  name  whose  sound  delights  me 

Gains  my  trust,  subdues  my  fear, 
To  the  arms  of  peace  invites  me, 
When  impending  storms  are  near, 

2  If  bright  joy,  in  smiles  attending, 

Bends  her  pinions  o'er  my  way  ; 
That  dear  name  so  sweetly  blending, 
Gives  to  joys,  a  purer  ray. 

3  If  my  soul  in  anguish  riven, 

By  thy  shafts  of  earthly  pain  ; 
That  dear  name,  like  balm  from  heaven 
Gives  my  heart  new  joys  again. 

4  When  in  death  ray  lip  shall  quiver, 

And  my  beating  pulse  shall  cease ; 
When  I  sink  in  Jordan's  river, 

Then  that  name  shall  whisper  peace. 


104  SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       _, 

111  C.  M. — Montgomery. 

1  PR  A  Y'R  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unutter'd  or  express'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Pray'r  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Pray'r  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Pray'r  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Pray'r  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heav'n  with  pray'r. 

5  Pray'r  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say, — "  Behold  he  prays." 


112  L.  M.— Watts. 

1   COME,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind 
Harden'd  to  stone,  congeal'd  to  ice 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  106 

I  see  the  Messed  fair  one  bend, 

And  stoop  t'  embrace  me  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh  !   'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 

That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heav'nly  look. 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  love  ! 

3  I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pains  : 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains. 

4  Infinite  grace  !  almighty  charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze,  ye  rolling  skies  ! 
Jesus,  the  God,  extends  his  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love,  and  die9. 

5  Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so, 

In  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 

6  Again  he  lives,  and  spreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  torturing  smart ; 

"  By    these   dear   wounds,"   says    he ;    and 

stands, 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 

7  Sure  I  must  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move? 


106  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Lord  !  melt  this  stubborn  heart  to  tears: 
This  heart  shall  yield  to  death  or  love. 


113  C.  M.— Stexxett. 

1  AS  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died, 
He  poured  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes,  with  inward  grief  and  shame 

The  penitent  confessed  ; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  addressed  : 

3  "  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  heaven, 

Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ! 
I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 

In  triumph  shalt  thou  rise, 
Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death 
And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

Dear  Savior,  think  on  me, 
And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death 
Let  me  a  sharer  be."' 

6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  heats, 

And  instantly  replies  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  107 

■  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
With  me  in  paradise." 


114  CM.— Steele. 

1  HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wander' d  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sov'reign  mercy  calls,  '  Return  :' 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  1 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
Oh,  take  the  wand  rer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ] 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wond'rous  love  1 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  bliss  and  life  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
Dear  Savior   I  adore  ; 
Oh,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


108  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

115  L.  M. —  Doddridge. 

1  RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more; 
Seek  out    some  solitude  to  mourn, 

And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  Wisdom  and  pleasure  dwell  at  home  ; 
Retir'd  and  silent  seek  them  there  : 
This  is  the  way  to  overcome — 

The  way  to  break  the  tempter's  snare. 

3  O  thou,  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess. 

In  these  sequester'd  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

4  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heav'nly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  search'd  and  purified. 

5  Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer; 
Till  ev'ry  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  hathfix'd  his  dwelling  there. 

116  C.  M.— Williams. 

1   WHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 
Be  mv  vain  wishes  still'd : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


109 


And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  pow'r  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  hy  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  : 
Resign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gath'iing  storm  shall  see : 
My  steadfast  heart  heall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

117  11,8.— Swain. 

1   O  THOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight ! 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ! 


110  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

My    comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in    the 
night! 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all ! 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with 

thy  sheep — 
To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,   why  in  the   valley   of  death   should  I 
weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ] 

3  O  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  1 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they 
see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters    of  Zion,  declare— have   you 

seen 
The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  1 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

5  This  is  my  beloved  :  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around — 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the 
vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd. 

6  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  re- 

joice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  1  J  1 

He  speaks,  and  eternity  fiilM  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

US      C.  M.— Robert  TrnxBULL. 

1  THERE  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest, 

Far,  far  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  beauty  smiles  eternally, 

And  pleasure  never  dies  ; 
My  'Father's  house,  my  heavenly  home  ! 

Where  4  many  mansions'  stand, 
Prepared  by  hands  divine,  for  all 

Who  seek  '  the  better  land.' 

2  Beyond  the  storm,  beyond  the  gloom, 

Breaks  forth  the  light  of  morn, 
Bright  beaming  from  my  Father's  house, 

To  cheer  the  soul  forlorn. 
The  vision  of  that  heavenly  home, 

Shall  cheer  the  parting  soul, 
And  o'er  it,  mounting  to  the  skies, 

A  tide  of  rapture  roll. 

3  In  that  pure  home  of  tearless  joy, 

Earth's  parted  ones  shall  meet, 
With  smiles  of  love  that  never  fade, 

And  blessedness  complete; 
There,  there  adieus  are  sounds  unknown, 

Death  frowns  not  on  that  scene. 
But  life,  and  glorious  beauty,  shine, 

Untroubled  and  serene. 


712  SPIRITUAL    SONGS* 

119  US.— R.     W.    CUSHMAN. 

1  'T  IS  true  that  the  grave  is  a  dreary  abode, 

Where  darkness,  and  silence,  and  solitude 
reign  ; 
Where  time  and  the  worm  shall  these  bodies 
corrode, 
And  nought  but  its  dust  shall  of  beauty 
remain. 

2  But  lo,  the  freed  spirit !  see,  upwards   she 

bends 
Her  seraph-winged  flight  when  the  strug- 
gle is  o'er ; 
And,  while  the  pale  form  into  darkness  de- 
scends, 
She  walks  the  bright  fields  on  eternity's 
shore. 

3  Then  why,  ye  redeemed,  should  the  breath 

of  the  tomb, 
Though  ever  so  humid  and  cold  it  arise, 
The  heart  of  the  Christian  distress  with  its 

gloom  ? — 
The  christian, — a  child  and  an  heir  of  the 

skies ! 


120  S.  M.— S    P.  Hilx. 

1        MV  God!  whose  smile  is  life, 
Beneath  whose  frown  I  die : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  113 

Out  of  the  lowest  depths,  to  thee 
I  every  moment  cry. 

2  My  tears  cease  not  to  flow, 

Nor  rests  my  troubled  soul ; 
Deep  loudly  calleth  unto  deep, 
And  billows  o'er  me  roll. 

3  Thou  art  my  only  hope, 

My  refuge  is  thy  breast ; 
Oh,  raise  my  sinking  spirits  up, 
And  give  the  suff'rer  rest. 

1*21  lis. MCHLENBCRG. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 

way  : 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for 

its  cheer. 

2  1  would  not  live  alway  thus  felter'd  by  sin — 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no — welcome  the 

tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 
gloom, 

8 


114  SPITITTJAL    SONGS. 

There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway  away  from  his 

God— 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er 

the  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  . 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their    Savior   and  brethren    transported  to 

greet; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the 

soul  1 

122  8  &  6s-     Tappan. 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
#There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; — 
'T  is  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  sorrows  driven  ; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  115 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ; 
It  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

123  8  &  7s— Heber. 

1        THE  Lord  of  love  on  Calvary, 

A  meek  and  suffering  stranger, 
Upraised  to  heaven  his  languid  eye, 

In  nature's  hour  of  danger. 

For  us  he  bore  the  weight  of  wo, 

For  us  he  gave  his  blood  to  flow, 

And  met  his  Father's  anger. 

The  Lord  of  love,  the  Lord  of  might, 

The  king  of  all  created, 
Shall  back  return  to  claim  his  right, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  ; 
With  trumpet-sound  and  angel-song, 
And  hallelujahs  loud  and  long 

O'er  Death  and  Hell  defeated. 


116  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

124  L.  M. 

1  YOUNG  people,  all  attention  give, 

While  I  address  you  in  God's  name  ; 
You  who  in  sin  and  lolly  live, 

Come,  hear  the  consel  of  a  friend  : 
I've  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 

I've  ranged  th'  alluring  scenes  of  life, 
But  never  found  substantial  joys 

Until  I  heard  my  Savior's  voice. 

2  He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  swept  my  load  of  guilt  away  : 
He  gave  me  glory,  peace  and  heaven, 

And  led  me  in  his  own  right  way  ; 
And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view, 

Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  path, 
While  death  eternal  waits  for  you 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

3  Think  of  the  soul  where  vengeance  reigns  ! 

It  sinks  in  groans  and  ceaseless  cries, 
It  moves  amidst  the  burning  flames 

In  boundless  woes  and  agonies. 
There  swallow'd  up  in  blackest  night, 

Where  devils  dwell  and  thunders  roar, 
To  sink  in  keen  despair  and  guilt, 

When  thousand  thousand  years  are  o'er. 

4  O  fellow  youth  !  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  gra^e  refuse ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  117 

And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late 
The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose. 

Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 
No  longer  fight  against  your  Lord  : 

And  with  my  mission  now  comply, 

And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 


125  8,  7. 

1  WHITHER  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 

Wandering  through  this  gloomy  vale  1 
Know'st  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

No  !  I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  1 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

2  "  Pilgrim  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Travelling  through  this  lonely  void  ; 
But  no  ill  shall  e'er  befal  me, 

While  I'm  blest  with  such  a  guide." 

3  Such  a  guide  ! — no  guide  attends  thee: 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise. 
If  some  guardian  power  defend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen,  but  still,  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend. 


118  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end." 

5  Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  rolling  through  the  vale  : 
Should  its  boisterous  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

6  No  !  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful ; 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I'll  bend  : 
Thence  to  plunge  'twill  be  delightful ; 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end." 

7  While  I  gaz'd,  with  speed  surprising 

Down  the  vale  she  plunged  from  sight ; 
Gazing  still  I  saw  her  rising, 

Like  an  angel  clothed  in  in  light. 

O,  she's  gone  to  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  follow  her  to  glory  1 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

126  C-    M.— ECKINGTON. 

1  JERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  ! 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  1 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  1 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  : 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  1  19 

Thy  gates  are  richly  sot  with  pearl  . 
Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  walks 

My  study  long  have  heen  : 
Such  dazzling  views  by  human  sight 
Have  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord  , 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly's  this,  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence  '! 

5  Reach  down,  O  Lord,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

6  Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  glory's  gone — 

Him  will  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu-^ 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care  : 

And  if  I  never  more  see  you, 

Go  on  I'll  meet  you  there. 

8  When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 


120  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Wev'e  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise 
Than  when  we  fhst  begun. 

127  C.  M. — Stennett. 

1  ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie, 

2  0,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  on  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds  or  poisonous  breath. 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

5  When  shall  T  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  1 

6  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  121 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'll  launch  away. 

128  8.  7,  4. 

1  HARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth  and  rends  the  sky  ! 

-  It  is  finish'd  !"— 
Hear  the  Savior — dying — cry. 

2  It  is  finish'd  ! — Oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heav'nly  blessings  without  measure 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord  • 

It  is  finished  ! — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  : 
Finish'd — all  that  God  had  promised  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  ; 

It  is  finished  ! — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earrh,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuels  name  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb. 


122  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

129  7's- — Newton. 

1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  : 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  1 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  1  thus  1 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  1 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within, 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  : 
FilFd  with  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  1 

4  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  : 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

5  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall : 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

6  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ? 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

7  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ! 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  123 

If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

130  S-  M- — Beudome. 

1  DID  Christ  o'er.sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  son  of  God  in  tears — 

The  wondering  angels  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul  ! 
He  shed  those  tears — for  thee. 

3  He  wept — that  we  might  weep — 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

\  3(  8  &  7's. — Newtox. 

1  MAY  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Savior, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above  1 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union, 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord  ; 

And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 

Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


124  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


132  Us. — Angelica  Bishop. 

I. 

REJOICE  !    there  's  a  light  for  the  gloomiest 

hour, 
O'er  which    neither  darkness  nor  death  can 

have  power  ; 
Though  darkness  surround  thee,  and  fears  may 

annoy, 
That  light  beaming  sweetly   turns  all  into  joy. 
When  sorrow's  chill  current  shall  over  thee  flow 
'T  will  mingle  sweet  peace  with  thy    moments 

of  woe  ; 
'T  is    pure,    holy,    changeless,   endearing  and 

bright ; 
O,  let  us  rejoice,  yes,  rejoice  in  the  light. 

II. 

'T  is  light  to  the  soul  when  all  others  depart, 
And  when  our  strength  fails  it  will  strengthen 

the  heart ; 
The  light  of  the  Bible,  all  praise  to  the  Giver, 
For  like  him,  its  glory  endureth  forever  ! 
That  light  is  Immanuel,  the  bright  star  of  day, 
Displaying  his  glory  when  others  decay  ; 
His  grace  to  the  guilty,  how    glorious  !  how 

bright  ! 
His  love,  and  his  mercy,  saith,    "  Let  there  be 

Light !" 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  125 


133  C  P.  M.— Fawcett. 

1  O  COULD  we  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
O  could  we  sound  the  glories  forth, 

Which  in  our  Savior  shine. 
We'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  We'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
We  would  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

3  Well — the  delightful  day  will  come. 
When  Christ  our  Lord   will  bring  us  home, 

And  we  shall  see  his  face  : 
Then  with  our  Savior,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  we'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

134  L.  M.— Tappan. 

1  'TIS  midnight — and  on  Olive's  brow 
The  star  is  dimm'd  that  lately  shone ; 
'T  is  midnight — in  the  garden  now 
The  suff ' ring  Savior  prays  alone. 


126  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

2  'T  is  midnight — and  from  all  removed, 

Immanuel  wrestles  lone,  with  fears  ; 
E'en  the  disciple  that  he  loved 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'T  is  midnight — and  for  others'  guilt 

The  man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'T  is  midnight — and  from  ether  plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Savior's  woe. 

135  Us. 

1  THOU  sweet  gliding  Cedron,  by  thy  silver 

streams, 
Our  Savior  at  midnight,  when  moonlight's 

pale  beams 
Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  frequently 

stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the 

day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his 

head  ; 
How  hard  was  his  pillow, — how  humble  his 
bed : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  127 

The  angels,    astonished,   grew    sad    at   the 

sight, 
And    followed    their    Master    with    solemn 

delight. 

3  Oh  garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honored  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  for- 
got; 

The  theme,    most  transporting  to    seraphs 

above ; 
Thy  triumph   of  sorrow, — the    triumph    of 

love ! 

4  Come  saints  and  adore  him, — come  bow  at 

bis  feet ! 
O,  give  him  the  glory ,  the  praise  that  is  meet; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus,  that  gladdens  the 

skies. 

136  L.  M. 

1  ASLEEP  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep  ; 
A  calm,  an  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes  ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  has  lost  his  venom'd  sting  ! 


L28  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest  ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  so  displays  the  Savior's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !   O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "  hiding-place ;" 
On  Indian  plains,  or  Lapland  snows, 
•lelievers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus !   far  from  thee, 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be, 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  whence  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 


137  p-  M- 

1  ZION,  awake  ! — thy  strength  renew, 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue ; 
Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine,1 
Bright  with  the  beams  of  truth  divine  ! 

2  Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
Wide  as  the  heathen  nations  are. 
Gentiles  and  kings  thy  light  shall  view 
All  shall  admire  and  love  thee  too. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  129 

13S  Us. 

1  TO  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with  neigh- 

bours to  part, 
And  go    from  my   home,  it  affects  not  my 

heart ; 
Like    the  thought  of  absenting   myself  for 

a  day, 
From  that  blessed  retreat  where  I've  chosen 

to  pray. 

2  Sweet  bower  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar 

have  spread, 
And  woven  their  branch  as  a  roof  o'er  my 

head  ; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And   poured  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in 

prayer. 

3  The  early,  sweet  notes  of  a   loved  nightin- 

gale, 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower  I  observed  as  my 

bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung    anthems    of    praise,    as   I    went    to 

prayer. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs,  perfumed   by 

the  pine, 
The  ivy,  the  balsam,  the  wild  eglantine  ; 
9 


130  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

But  sweeter,  0,  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus,  my  Savior,  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  bless  with  his  presence  my  humble  re- 
treat ; 

Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedness 

there, 
Inditing,  in  heaven's    own   language,   my 

prayer. 

6  It    was  under  the   covert    of  that  pleasant 

grove 
Where  Jesus  was  pleased  my  guilt  to  re- 
move. 
Presenting  himself  as  the  only  true  way 
Of  life   and    solvation,    and  learn'd  me    to 
pray. 

7  Although  I  may  never  revisit  that  shade, 

I  often  shall  think  on  the  vows  I  have  made, 
While  far  at  a  distance,  my  mind   will  re- 
pair 
To  the  place  where  my  Savior  first  answer'd 
my  prayer 

8  Sweet  bower !  I   must   leave  you,  and  bid 

you  adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotions   in  parts    that    are 
new, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  131 

Well   knowing  my   Savior    resides    every- 
where, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

139  S.  M. 

1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
Oh,  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind. 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  Lord,  keep  me  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

3  And  when  I  early  rise, 

To  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  I  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

4  Lord,  when  my  days  are  past, 

And  I  from  time  remove, 

Oh  may  I  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


140  C  P.  M. 

1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes  ; 


132  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become  : 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
\Yben  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ; 
Come,  taste  and  see  tbe  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me  ; 

Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Savior  pitiful  and  kind. 

Who  will  all  them  relieve  ; 
None  are  too  late  if  they  repent  ; 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

Jesus  did  him  receive. 

5  Come  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  trouble  and'  our  trials  here 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  133 

Will  only  make  us  richer  there 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high ; 
It  comes  like  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply  ; 
Jesus  will  lead  h's  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  There  we  shall  reign,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  ; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bid  >  us  come. 


141  C.  M. 

1        I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble  grateful  prayer. 


t 


134  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  lo  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view, 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  : 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here,  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


142  8,  7  &  4s. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners — poor  and  wretched, 

Come  in  mercy's  gracious  hour  ! 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  ; 

He  is  able — 
He  is  willing— doubt  no  more. 

2  Come,  ye  thirsty — ye  are  welcome  ! 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  135 

True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  which  brings  us  nigh, 

Without  money — 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  the  Savior  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  cross  behold  him, 

Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies — 
«  It  is  finished  !' — 

Heaven's  atoning  sacrifice ! 

Lo  !  th'  incarnate  God,  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him — venture  wholly  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus — 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


143  12s. — Hebek. 

6  THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave— but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee  : 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 
the  tomb, 
The  Savior  has  pass'd  through  its  portals 
before  thee, 
And    the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 


136  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

2  Thou    art   gone     to     the     grave — we     no 

longer  behold   thee, 
Nor  tread  the   rough  path   of  the  world 

by  thy  side  : 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  sinless 

has  died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — and  its  man- 

sions forsa  king, 
Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  doubt  linger'd 

long  ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  bean.'d  bright  on 

thy  waking, 
And  the  song  which  thou  heardst  was  the 

seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou    art  gone  to  the  grave, — but  't  were 

wrong  to  deplore  thee, 
When  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian 
and  guide, 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will 
restore  thee, 
Where  death    hath    no    sting  since    the 
Savior  hath  died. 

144  P.  M.— Topladt. 

1        BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  137 

Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come; 
Return,  &c. 

Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought, 

The  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come: 
Return,  &c. 

Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell 

Your  liberty  receive  : 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  &c. 

Ye  hapless  debtors,  know 

The  sov'reign  grace  of  heaven; 

Though  sums  immense  ye  owe, 
A  free  discharge  is  given  ; 


138  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

The  year  of  j  ubilee  is  come : 
Return,  &c. 

6  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pard'ning  grace ; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 

Behold  your  Savior's  face  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  &c. 

7  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  &c. 


145  k.  M — Wesley. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ; 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will ! 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  139 

And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give  ! 
4       Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely; — 
Assured  if  I  the  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 

146  C.  M. 

1  O  HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice  ; 
And  who  celestial  Wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  In  her  right  hand  she  holds  to  view 

A  length  of  happy  days  ; 
Riches,  with  splendid  honors  join'd, 
Are  what  her  left  displays. 

4  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  paths  to  tread, 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

5  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 


140  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


147  9,  7. — Jefferys. 

1  OH  !  had  I  wings  like  a  Dove  I  would  fly, 

Away  from  this  world  of  care  ; 
My  soul  would  mount  to  the  realms  on  high, 

And  seek  for  a  refuge  there  ; 
But  is  there  no  haven  here  on  earth, 

No  hope  for  the  wounded  breast ; 
No  favored   spot  where  sweet  content  has 
birth, 

In  which  I  may  find  a  rest. 

2  Oh  !   is  it  not  written  "  Believe  and  live  V 

The  heart  by  bright  hope  allur'd 
Shall  find  the  comfort  these  words  can  give, 

And  be  by  its  faith  assur'd. 
Then  why  should  we  fear  the  cold  world's 

frown, 
When  truth  to  the  heart  has  giv'n 

The  light  of  religion  to  guide  us  on, 
In  joy,  to  the  paths  of  heav'n. 

3  There  is !  there  is  !   in  thy  holy  word, 

Thy  word  which  can  ne'er  depart: 
There  is  a  promise  of  mercy  stor'd, 

For  the  lowly  and  meek  of  neart : 
"  My  yoke  is  easy,  my  burden  light, 

Then  come  unto  me  for  rest;" 
These,  these  are  the  words  of  promise  stor'd, 

For  the  wounded  and  wearied  breast. 


141 


BAPTISM. 


148  C.  M.— A.  D.  GlLLKTTE. 

1  JESUS,  I  fain  would  call  thee  mine, 

My  heart  thy  charms  employ  ; 
My  theme  is  ever  love  divine, — 
That  love  is  all  my  joy. 

2  Now  I  profess  thy  holy  name, 

Thy  every  cross  I'll  bear, 
And  be  baptized  in  the  stream; 
As  thou  wert  baptized  there. 

3  Down  in  thy  watery  grave  I  've  come, 

A  convert  to  thy  love  ; 
For  me  within  this  pool  there's  room — 
And  room  for  me  above. 

4  Pure  fountain,  where  I  long  to  lay- 

Emblem  of  Jesus'  blood ; 
That  blood  has  cleansed  my  sins  away, 
And  brought  me  near  to  God. 


142  BAPTISM. 

149  C.  M. 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  ye  much-lov'd  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  «  Stay,"  says  the  world,  "  and  taste  awhile 

My  ev'ry  pleasant  sweet." 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  my  soul  replies, 
"  Because  the  way  is  great." 

3  "  Stay,"  Satan,  my  old  master,  cries, 

"  Or  force  shall  thee  detain." 
"  Hinder  me  not,  I  will  begone — 
My  God  has  broke  my  chain." 

4  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
Hinder  me  not,  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

5  Through  duty,  and  through  trials,  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command  ; 

Hinder  me  not,  for  I  am  bound 

To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

6  And  when  my  Savior  calls  me  home 

This  still  my  cry  shall  be, 
Hinder  me  not,  come,  welcome  deaths 
111  gladly  go  with  thee. 


BAPTISM.  143 

150  P.  M. 

1  0,  YE  blood-wash'd  ransom'd  sinners, 

Highly  favor'd  of  the  Lord, 

Now  ye  prove  your  love  to  Jesus 

By  regarding  thus  his  word. 

2  See  his  wat'ry  tomb  before  you  ; 

Hear  him  echo,   "  Follow  me  ;" 

For,  beneath  the  streams  of  Jordan, 

Christ  your  great  Kedeemer  lay. 

3  Yes,  beneath  those  honor'd  waters 

Great  Immanuel  was  baptized  ; 
Out  of  which  he  then  ascended, 
And  the  Father  was  well  pleased. 

4  Love  constrains  you  all  to  follow 

Jesus  to  his  liquid  grave  : 
Now  look  up  ;  expect  his  presence, 
Which  he  promised  you  to  have. 

5  Jesus,  come  !  thine  approbation 

May  we  gladly  see  and  feel ; 
Cause,  O  cau^e  the  heavens  to  open, 
And  thy  wondrous  love  reveal. 

151  P.  M. 

1  LORD,  in  humble,  sweet  submission, 
Here  we  meet  to  follow  thee  ; 
Trusting  in  thy  great  salvation, 
Which  alone  can  make  us  free. 


144  BAPTISM. 

2  Nought  have  we  to  claim  as  merit ; 

All  the  duties  we  can  do 
Can  no  crown  of  life  inherit ; 
All  the  praise  to  thee  is  due. 

3  Yet  we  come  in  Christian  duty, 

Down  beneath  the  wave  to  go; 

O  the  bliss  !  the  heavenly  beauty  ! 

Christ  the  Lord  was  buried  so. 

4  Come,  ye  children  of  the  Kingdom, 

Follow  him  beneath  the  wave ; 
Rise,  and  show  his  resurrection, 
And  proclaim  his  power  to  save. 

5  Is  there  here  a  weeping  Mary, 

Waiting  near  the  Savior's  tomb, 
Heavy-laden,  sick,  and  weary, 
Crying,  "  O  that  I  could  come  1" 

6  Welcome,  all  ye  friends  of  Jesus, 

Welcome  in  the  church  below  ; 
Venture  wholly  on  the  Savior, 
Come,  and  with  his  people  go. 

152  L.  M. 

1   YE  happy  saints,  the  Lamb  adore, 
Who  lov'd  our  race  all  time  before 
Ere  man  from  God  had  gone  astray, 
He  in  his  Father's  bosom  lay. 


BAPTISM.  145 

2  The  Savior  left  the  realms  of  light, 

And  downward  bent  his  wondrous  flight: 
Assum'd  a  body  form'd  of  clay, 
And  in  the  humble  manger  lay. 

3  To  Jordan's  stream,  the  way  he  led, 

To  mark  the  path  his  saints  should  tread  : 
They  love  to  trace  this  sacred  way  ; 
And  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  The  holy  Baptist  lifts  his  eyes  : 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries — 
Then  down  he  led  the  liquid  way, 
Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

5  Immers'd  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave, 
Rising,  he  left  the  watery  grave, — 
Heav'n  own'd  the  deed,  approv'd  the  way, 
And  bless'd  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

6  Come,  all  who  love  his  precious  name, 
Come,  tread  his  steps,  and  learn  of  him. 
Bless'd  and  approv'd  of  God  are  they 
Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

7  Buried  with  Christ,  they  die  to  sin, 
Then  rise  with  him  to  live  and  reign, 
Obedient  still  go  on  their  way, 

And  leave  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

8  Prepar'd  by  grace,  at  length  they  come 
To  rest  in  their  eternal  home — 
Rising  to  Heav'n,  they  drop  their  clay 
In  the  cold  tomb  where  Jesus  lay. 

10 


146  BAPTISM. 

153  L-  M.— S.  P.  Hill. 

1  NOT  with  a  pained  reluctant  heart 
Seek  we  today  this  sacred  grave; 
The  tears  that  now  unbidden  start, 
Are  not  the  weeping  of  the  slave. 

2  Th-y  come  from  spings  of  joy  and  love, 
Springs  that  our  hardness  seal'd  before: 
And  flow,  because,  our  hearts  above. 
We  now,  are  Satan's  slaves  no  more. 

3  Long  did  the  world  our  spirit  hold, 
In  paths  that  down  to  darkness  led : 
To  sin,  our  noblest  powers  *  e  sold, 
And  in  its  cruel  fetters  bled. 

4  But  thou!   O  Lord,  hast  broke  that  spell, 
And  set  us  from  that  bondage  free, 
Reclai.n'd  us  from  the  gates  of  hell, 
And  turned  our  wanderingfeet  to  thee. 

5  And  now,  as  swell  our  notes  of  love, 
Restore  thy  spiritual  reign, 

No  more  permit  our  souls  to  rove, 
Nor  yield  to  sin's  hard  yoke  again. 

154  L   M—  S.P.Hill. 

1   GREAT  King  of  King!  and  Loid  of  Lords! 
Here  would  thy  grateful  people  come ; 


BAPTISM.  147 

And  bless  the  goodness  which  awards 
Their  weary  hearts,  in  thee,  a  home. 

Nor  as  in  other  days,  our  sires, 
Thy  tried  and  faithful  martyrs  came — 
No  christian  now  by  sword  expires, 
Or  burns  amidst  the  faggot's  flame. 

Nor  like,  full  many  a  suffering  band, 
Whose  only  homes  were  mountain  caves; 
Have  we  to  fear  the  iron  hand 
Of  power,  around  these  peaceful  waves. 

On  us,  a  brighter  day  has  shone ; 
For  us,  a  better  lot  is  cast; 
We  mingle,  while  they  rov'd  alone  ; 
We  view  their  storm  of  suffering  past. 

Come  saints !  adore  your  Savior,  God  ! 
Who  led  your  willing  footsteps  here, 
Walk  in  the  blessed  paths  he  trod, 
Nor  duty  dread,  nor  danger  fear. 

Come  converts  !  brace  your  trembling  heart, 
Rejoice  to  go,  where  Christ  shall  call  ; 
With  all  earth's  trifles  freely  part, 
And  love  your  Savior  more  than  all. 

Come  sacred  Dove  !  in  peace  descend, 
As  once  thou  didst  on  Jordan's  wave; 
Now  with  this  scene,  thine  influence  blend, 
And  hover  o'er  this  solemn  grave. 


148  BAPTISM. 

155  P.  M. 

1   THE  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
Must  not  invite  and  be  denied  ; 
Was  not  the  Lord  who  came  to  save, 
Buried  in  such  a  liquid  gravel 

Jesus,  my  Savior  and  my  all, 
Methinks  I  hear  thy  gentle  call : 
These  are  the  sounds  that  chide  my  stay, 
"  Arise,  my  love,  and  come  away" 

Ye  who  your  native  vileness  mourn, 
And  to  the  great  Redeemer  turn, 
Who  see  your  wretched  state  by  sin, 
Ye  blessed  of  the  Lord,  come  in. 

All  ye  that  love  Immanuel's  name, 
And  long  to  feel  th'  increasing  flame, 
'Tis  you,  ye  children  of  the  light, 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  invite. 

156  8  &  7.— S.  P.  Hill. 

]    FROM  the  world's  enchantment  turning, 

I  a  brighter  path  pursue ; 
Brighter  joys  than  yours  discerning, 

Vain,  inconstant  world,  adieu  ! 
Now  my  grateful  fond  obedience, 

Lord  to  thee!  no  more  delays; 


BAPTISM.  149 

Now,  to  thee  !  I  vow  allegiance, 
Now  I  choose  thy  pleasant  ways. 

2  Can  I,  where  thy  changeless  finger, 

Points  my  path  of  duty,  doubt  1 
Can  I,  in  reluctance,  linger, 

From  thy  light  and  peace,  shut  out  1 
Should  I,  from  thy  precepts  swerving, 

Fruitless,  thankless,  to  thee  prove ; 
Thou  might'st  deem  me  undeserving, 

Of  thy  mercy  and  thy  love. 

3  No !  the  word  which  thou  hast  spoken, 

Shall  my  joy,  and  safeguard,  be ; 
And,  till  life's  last  cord  is  broken, 

Will  I  cleave  in  love  to  thee ! 
Thou  my  Guardian,  Guide,  Defender ! 

Death's  cold  waves,  may  round  me  stand, 
May  I  then,  as  now,  surrender, 

All  my  interests  to  thy  hand. 

157  8  &  7. 

1  JESUS,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 

Thou  alone  our  guide  shalt  be  ; 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on, 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising, 

We  the  ancient  path  pursue  ; 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising, 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 


150 
MISSIONARY 


158  S.  M.— A.  D.  Gillette. 

1  MERCIFUL  God,  arise, 

Thine  Empire  to  maintain, 
O  let  our  tongues  and  hearts  rejoice 
That  Jesus  comes  to  reign. 

2  O  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 

Our  hearts  from  sin  make  free — • 
May  we  no  earthly  pleasures  prize, 
But  put  our  trust  in  thee. 

3  O  Prince  of  Peace,  arise, 

Nor  let  our  gladness  cease, 

Till  in  our  rest  above  the  skies 

•  We  find  from  cares  release. 

4  O  bright  and  Morning  Star, 

Around  this  wide  world  shine, 
Till  owned  by  all  thy  glories  are, 
For  all  the  world  is  thine. 

159  L.  M.— A.  D.  Gillette. 
1   FAR  off  beyond  the  Sea,  I  love 

To  see  the  gospel  heralds  go, 
Bearing  the  news  from  Heav'n  above, 
Which  Jesus  brought  to  earth  below. 


MISSIONARY 


151 


2  May  skies  above  them  shine  serene, 

May  earth  beneath  them  fruitful  be — 
May  plants  of  Eden,  fresh  and  green 
Bloom  and  regale  their  pious  way. 

3  Him  may  they  preach,  who  went  to  stray, 

By  poaer  oppresst,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway — 
My  Lord,  the  Lamb,  the  crucified. 

4  On,  heralds,  on,  and  as  of  old 

The  Baptist  cleared  his  Master's  way, — 
May  you  demolish  sin's  strong  hold, 
And  turn  its  darkness  into  day. 

5  May  you  in  preaching  wake  the  strain 

Of  triumph  over  sin  and  death, — 
Sav  :  Lo  !   the  Savior  comes  to  reign, — 
6,  preach  him  in  your  dying  breath. 

180  L-  M- 

1  YE   Christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name  : 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there, 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire— * 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire  : 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  braast  in  peace. 


152  MISSIONARY. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more : 
Meet — with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all. 


1(j1  7s  &  6s. — Heueh. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high. 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 
The  Lamp  of  life  deny  ? 


MISSIONARY.  153 

Salvation  !  oh,  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  name  ! 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

Returns  in  bliss  to  reign. 


162  8>7>4- 

1  ON  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

T,o  the  sacred  herald  stands, 

Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing. 

Zion  long  in  hostile  lands, — 

Mourning  captive, 
God  himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful, 

\11  thy  friends  unfaithful  prov'd  ] 

Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 

By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmov'd  1 

Cease  thy  mourning, 
Zion  still  is  well  belov'd. 


154  MISSIONARY. 

3  God,  thy  God  will  now  restore  thee, 

He  himself  appears  thy  friend, — 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee, 

fiere  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end, 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee, 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past, 
God,  thy  Savior  shall  defend  thee, 
Peace  and  joy  are  come  at  last, 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  in  everlaslins  rest. 


163  7s. 

1  GO,  ye  messesgers  of  God, 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly, — 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 
Wave  the  banner  cross  on  high  ! 

2  Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 
Spread  the  gospel's  richest  feast. 

3  Visit  ev'ry  heathen  soil, 

Ev'ry  barren,  burning  strand, 
Bid  each  dreary  region  smile 
Lovely  as  the  promis'd  land. 


55 


INDEX. 


Hymn. 

Alas!  and  did  my  Savior  bleed,  -      101 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have,            -         -  145 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus  name,  -        13 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,         -         -  63 

As  flows  the  rapid  river,         -         -  -      109 

As  on  the  cross  the  Savior  hung,        -  113 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep,    ,-  -      136 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,  56 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays,          -  14 

Awake  and  sing  the  song,               -  -         4 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,         -         -  80 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  144 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn,            -  -       82 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King,           -  7 

Come,  every  pious  heart,        -  2 

Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast,  53 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast,  -       58 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord,               -  69 

Come,  'tis  Jesus'  invitation,            -  -        42 

Come  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit,  18 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing,  -        19 


156  INDEX. 

Come,  thou  celestial  helper, 
Come,  holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
Come  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 
Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise, 
Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell, 
Come  with  the  heart's  warm  glow, 
Come,  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind, 
Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand, 
Father  in  heaven,  these  courts  attend, 
Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
Far  off  beyond  the  sea,  I  love, 
Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  whence  doth  this  union  arise 
From  the  world's  enchantments  turning, 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
Great  King  of  Kings,  and  Lord  of  Lords, 
Go,  ye  messengers  of  God, 
Guide  me,  O,  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 
Hark,  the  voice  of  love,  -         -    "   - 

Hail  the  blest  morn,  when  the  great, 
Hail,  Sovereign  love  that  first  began, 
Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds, 


INDEX.  157 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,         -  104 

Hear,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you,       -  49 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet,         -         -  12 

How  oft,  alas,  this  wretched  heart,      -  114 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,      -  5 

Humble  souls  who  seek  salvation,      -  45 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord,             -         -  76 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away,                 -  141 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways,  149 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way,             -  35 

I  would  not  live  alway,               -         -  121 

Jesus,  I  own  how  vile  I've  been,             -  60 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone,          -  71 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend,         -  74 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,               -         -  16 

Jesus,  mighty   King,  inZion,         -         -  157 

Jesus,  I  fain  would  call  thee  mine,  148 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,           -         -  126 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Savior,       -  87 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now,             -  21 

Lord,  in  humble,  sweet  submission,  151 

Lo!   what  an  entertaining  sight,         -  79 

May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Savior,  131 

Merciful  God,  atise,           -  158 

Mercy.  O,  thou  son  of  David,  22 

My  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love,  88 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,           -  94 

My  God,  whose  smile  is  life,      -         -  1^0 

My  sorrows,  like  a  flood,        ...  57 


158  INDEX. 

Near  to  thy  throne  of  grace,  0  Lord,  15 

Not  with  a  pained,  reluctant  heart,  -     153 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time,          -         -  33 

Now  let  our  voices  join,  3 

Oh  !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God,        -  100 

Oh  had  I  wings  like  a  dove,  I  would  fly;  147 

O.  how  happy  are  they,  72 

O,  Savior,  whom  by  every  grief,         -  93 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,              -  117 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone,       -  24 

O,  could  we  speak  the  matchlass  worth,  133 

0,  happy  is  the  man  who  hears,         -  145 

O,  ye  blood-washed,  ransomed  sinners,  150 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing,  162 

Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know,  -       27 

On  this  life's  crumbling  verge  I  stand,  54 

Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin,  -       70 

Our  souls  by  lvoe  together  knit,         -  84 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found,           -  -       96 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground,  99 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks,             -  -     127 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,      -  111 

Rejoice!  there  is  a  light,                 -  -     132 

Remember  thy  Creator,               -         -  108 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries  -       59 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return,          -  115 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return,           •  -       46 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt,  66 

Salvation  !   O,  the  joyful  sound.  65 


INDEX. 


159 


Seethe  eternal  Judge  descending,  55 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  6 

Savior,  source  of  every  blessing,             -  29 

Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone,       -  :>l 

Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright,  75 

Spirit  of  Truth,  on  this  thy  day,         -  106 

Sing  praises,  sing  praises,                -          -  90 

Savior,  visit  thy  plantation,          -         -  17 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive,           -  23 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay,           -  26 

Sinners,  turn— why  will  ye  die,              -  36 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown,  33 

Sinner,  hath  a  voice  within,           -         -  40 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep,  43 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message,      -  48 

Sinner,  thy  vain  pursuits  forbear  50 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice,         -  47 

The  Savior  calls,  let  every  ear,            -  41 

The  voice  of  free  grace,         -         -         -  39 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood,  61 

The  Lord  will  come,  but  not  the  same,  51 

Thou,  Lord,  art  light,       -  91 

The  evening  shades  are  spread  around,  92 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

That  awful  hour,           -         -         -         -  103 

There's  a  name  whose  sound,             -  HO 

There  is  a  place  of  waveless  rest,  -  118 
'Tis  true  that  the  grave  is  a  dreary  abode,  119 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,           -     122 


160  INDEX. 

The  Lord  of  love,  on  Calvary,          -  123 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  -     140 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,          -         -  139 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,               -  138 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's  brow,  134 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,          -  -     135 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,       -         -  143 

The  word,  the  spirit,  and  the  bride,  -     155 

'Tis  a  point  1  long  to  know,             -  129 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  31 

Why,  O,  my  soul,  why  sleepest  thou,  68 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief,     -  -        10 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear,         -  95 

What  sinners  value,  I  resign,  77 

Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power,  116 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain,  105 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger,  125 

Why  fix  thy  love  on  shadows,  -     107 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men,                -         -  34 
\  e  whose  young  cheeks  are  fair  and  bright,  44 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm,  52 

Ye  happy  saints,  the  Lamb  adore,  -     152 

Ye  christian  heralds,  go,  proclaim,     -  160 

Young  people,  all  attention  give,  127 

Zion,  awake  !  thy  strength  renew,  137 


APPENDIX. 


I  8,  7,  4.— S.  F.  Smith. 

1  YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ; 

All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well , 
Friends,  connexions,  happy  country  ! 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ] 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  1 

2  Home  !  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely  ; 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell  ! 

Happy  home  !  'tis  sure  I  love  thee ! 

Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell  1 

Can  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  1 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath  bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  1 

Can  I  leave  you — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 


2  APPENDIX. 

4  Yes  !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well ! 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee — 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 

How  he  died — the  blessed  Savior — 

To  redeem  a  world  from  hell ! 

Let  me  fasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell — 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land  ! — Farewrell — Farewell. 

2  ~- 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go — 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 
Of  everlasting  wo  1 

CHORUS. 

Be  entreated  now  to  stop  ! 
Unless  you  warning  take, 


APPENDIX. 

Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake  ! 

2  Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide  ; 

And  waits  the  dread  command, 

Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar  ; 

Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 

-1  All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd. 
Of  bloody  crimson  die, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can  you  reply  1 

5  Suv.  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  1 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 

6  Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day 

When  judgment  is  proclaim'd, 
When  the -earth  shall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  1 

7  Though  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 
He  will  not  let  you  pass. 


•i  APPENDIX. 

8  Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

9  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

That  you  may  mercy  know  ; 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  the  blow. 

10  It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  he  calls  to  come ; 
None  who  come  shall  be  denied, 
He  says,  "  There  yet  is  room." 


C.  M. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear  : 

Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stop'd  my  wild  career. 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood, 
Who  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

Sure,  never  to  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look — 


APPENDIX. 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair  ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

Alas !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 

Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

14  I  freely  all  forgive, — 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid : 

I'll  die,  that  thou  mayst  live." 

Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 

It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 

My  spirit  now  is  fiU'd, — 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 

Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 


APPENDIX. 


7,   6. 


HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole, — 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave. 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  with  sin  ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes. 

But  rages  most  within — 
'T  is  palsy,  plague,  and  fever, 

And  madness,  all  combined, 
And  none  but  a  believer 

The  least  relief  can  find. 

At  length  this  great  Physician 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case  . 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd, 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him — 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heal'd. 

A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith. 


APPENDIX. 


At  once  from  clanger  frees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 

Come,  then,  to  this  Physican, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give : 

He  makes  no  hard  condition — 
'T  is  only,  "  Look  and  live." 


6. 


V 


()  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above— 
And  from  that  flowing  fountain, 

Drink  everlasting  love  1 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 
Drink  endless  pleasure  in  » 
But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  Captain's  gone  before, 
He's* given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er— 
And  since  he  has  proved  faithful, 

A  righteous  crown  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 
Through  grace,  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die — 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 
On  wings  of  love,  I'll  fly. 


o  APPENDIX. 

Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu — 
Then,  0  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 
4       Whene'er  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way, 
O  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love  ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

6  13s. 

1  THE  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading  far 
and  wide, 

And  sinners  they  are  coming  into  the  gospel 
tide, 

The  standard  of  King  Jesus  in  glorious  tri- 
umph flies, 

And  sinners  crowd  around  it  with  joy  and 
sweet  surprise, 

2  The  sufferings  of  our  Savior  upon  mount 
Calvary 
Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,  Come,  this 

will  make  you  free, 
And  now  the  glorious  message  is  circulating 
round, 


APPENDIX.  9 

Some  souls  exposed  to  ruin,  redeeming  love 
have  found. 

3  And  of  that  happy  number  I  hope  that  I  am 

one, 
And  Jesus  he  will  finish  the  work  he  has 

begun :  ( 

He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness,  and  I II 

forever  be 
A  monument  of  mercy  through  all  eternity. 

4  I  am  but  a   young  convert  who  lately  did 

enlist, 

A  soldier  under  Jesus,  my  Captain,  King, 
and  Priest ; 

I  have  received  my  bounty,  likewise  my 
martial  dress, 

A  ring  of  love  and  favor,  a  robe  of  righte- 
ousness. 

5  Then  down  into  the  water  where  the  young 

converts  go, 
To  serve  their  Lord  and  Master,  in  righteous 

acts  below, 
I'll  lay  my  sinful  body  beneath  the  yielding 

wave,  .      , 

An  emblem  of  my  Savior  when  he  lay  intne 

grave. 

6  Ah  !  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done  for 

you  and  me ; 


10  APPENDIX. 

Behold  his  precious  body  hang  bleeding  on 

the  tree, 
His  bleeding  head,  his  hands,  his  side,  to  you 

he  doth  display, 
O  then,  my  fellow-sinners,  how  can  you  stay 

away  1 

7  And  now  my  elder  brethren,  who're  soldiers 
of  the  cross, 

Who,  for  the  sake  of  Jesus,  have  counted  all 
things  dross  ; 

Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  we 
may  travel  on, 

And  meet  you  all  in  glory,  where  our  Re- 
deemer's gone. 

"7  G,  8. — Beddome. 

1  GREAT  God  !  to  thee  I'll  make 

My  griefs  and  sorrows  known, 
And  with  an  humble  hope 

Approach  thine  awful  throne  : 
Though  by  my  sins  deserving  hell, 
I'll  not  despair; — for,  who  can  tell ! 

2  To  thee,  who  by  a  word 

My  drooping  soul  canst  cheer, 
And  by  thy  Spirit  form 

Thy  glorious  image  there, 
My  foes  subdue,  my  fears  dispel: 
I'll  daily  seek ; — for,  who  can  tell  ? 


8 


APPENDIX.  11 

Endangered  or  distrest, 

To  thee  alone  I'll  tly, 
Implore  thy  powerful  help, 

And  at  thy  footstool  lie, 
My  case  bemoan,  my  wants  reveal, 
And  patient  wait ;— for  who  can  tell  ? 

My  heart  misgives  me  oft, 

And  conscience  storms  within  : 

One  gracious  look  from  thee 
Will  make  it  all  serene  : 

Satan  suggests  that  I  must  dwell 

In  endless  flames ;-but  who  can  tell? 

Vile  unbelief,  begone, 

Ye  doubts,  fly  swift  away, 
God  hath  an  ear  to  hear, 

While  I've  an  heart  to  pray  : 
If  he  be  mine,  all  will  be  well, 
For  ever  so  : — and  who  can  tell  ? 


8s. 


PEACE,  troubled  soul,who*e  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  of  woe 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow- 
Behold  the  precious  balm  is  found 
To  lull  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wound. 


12 


APPENDIX. 


2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppress'd, 
On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load, 

In  him,  thy  refuge,  find  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God. 

Thy  God's  thy  Saviour !  glorious  word  ! 

O  hear,  helieve,  and  bless  the  Lord  ! 

9  C.  M. 

1  RELIGIO  N  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ! 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  : 
Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  lonely  tomb. 

t       O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 
Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued 
His  government  to  own  ! 

►       Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love. 
Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 


APPENDIX. 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

G       Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 
Through  my  remaining  days ; 
And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7       Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 
Let  warm  affections  rise  ! 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire, 
To  mount  above  the  skies  ! 

10  cTm- 

1  YONDER— amazing  sight !— I  see 

Th'  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  weltering  in  his  blood. 

2  Behold  a  purple  torrent  run, 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head ; 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun, 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud — 
And  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
"This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive  : 


13 


14  APPENDIX. 

If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

5       O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 
Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine  — 
Thine  it  shall  ever  be  ! 

11  L~M. 

1  THERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies — 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
Yet  often  fear  'tis  not  for  me. 

chorus . 
But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend,  0  hallelujah. 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate — 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes, 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

4  Thro'  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 
Dimly  the  heavenly  way  appears, 

But  in  this  way  methinks  I  see 
The  track  of  him  who  died  for  me. 


APPENDIX.  15 

5  I  trace  the  footsteps  of  my  God, 
Who  on  the  cross  sustain'd  my  load — 
'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  day, 
In  streaming  blood  he  pass'd  this  way. 

6  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still, — 
Through  dangers  thick,  and  hell's  alarms, 

I  shall  be  safe  within  his  arms. 

7  Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Behold  thy  Savior,  Friend,  and  King ! 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  dewn, 
And  cries,  "Press  on,  and  take  the  crown." 

12  C.  M. 

1  FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies,  I 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  my  prayer  arise — 

2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free, 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 


16  APPENDIX. 


13  L.  M. — Addisok. 

1  THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  ihe  blue  etherial  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand, 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth, — 

4  Whilst  alLthe  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball — 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found,— 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


